Quitting Time
You asked if this was a hill worth dying on
Not knowing that I’m dying on half a dozen hills already
Call it too much if you want
But I am sprinkled across the land
The views are spectacular
And my righteous indignation
is what makes the flowers grow
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Love it! ..I chuckled. Also “call it too much if you want” is great. Clever.
Oh my! Lovely. “But I am sprinkled across the land/the views are spectacular” !
I’m always hoping to produce the kind of wit and snark that this poem is full of. I loved it.
Beautifully written 🙂