There’s No Anger Here At All

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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