Wishes for My Enemies. A Snarkie.
Last time we talked about Titters,
Grumps, and Snarkies. So now let's
do a Snarkie.
Never make an enemy of a writer; their
revenge can be fierce. For instance this
poem, which bears no dedication.
Wishes for My Enemies
Bedbugs and constipation,
Irritable gut and fallen arches,
Relentless creditors,
Ruinous investments,
Disastrous infatuations,
Boredom, infinite and never ending
With a terrifying midnight awareness
Of their own irrelevance,
Their puniness
On this unfeeling earth.
Rather nasty, isn't it? A real Snarkie.
But that's not the end of it. There are
two more lines.
Fine. But what if
My worst enemy is me?
So maybe now it's a Titter. Certainly not
a Snarkie. To round things out, next time
we'll do a Grump.
© 2021 Clifford Browder
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