For our sh*thead neighbors
Now that I’ve had a day to cool off
I’ve realized you’re just cruel young men
With limited imaginations.
Sitting out back with a few beers
And shooting birds and squirrels
With a pellet gun must be
The height of entertainment,
Like a Wagner opera on opening night,
Sadly, this isn’t even the worst thing
That you will do.
But I have to admit
With not a little shame
That I had hate in my heart
For all of you yesterday.
I don’t exactly regret it,
But God willing I can learn to forgive
And you can learn what love is
Before it’s too late.
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I appreciate this poem’s candor.
I can feel this. It works so well. Thank you.
Great poem! Stoked to be reading your writing again after so long!