Prompted: “Write a poem using sarcasm as a form of illustrating your point.”
– This is kind of homage to the many arguments I’ve witnessed/had in which both parties thought they were in the right simply because they went some sort of an inconvenience. There is no one to blame, but the frustration is still very real. So, when the story gets told, it sounds like there is someone to blame.
I’d been stranded in the summer heat
Just waiting for your call
But I’m fine, yeah I’m good. There’s no anger here at all.
I couldn’t go to the bathroom
There’s no service through the wall
But I’m fine, yeah I’m good. There’s no anger here at all
Since my battery life was dwindling
I couldn’t risk a another call
But I’m fine, yeah I’m good. There’s no anger here at all
It’s understandable you stopped for hunger
Of course the ice cream had to thaw
But I’m fine, yeah I’m good. There’s no anger here at all
Makes sense the food just didn’t make it here
I mean, I’m starving, but that’s all
But I’m fine, yeah I’m good. There’s no anger here at all
There’s obviously trust here
This isn’t friction, not a brawl
Oh I’m fine, yeah I’m good. There’s no anger here at all
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