You Don’t Want to Be There
poem (audio)
Whipped in a tornado vortex;
mashed in a mosh pit;
lodged in Room 666
caught on the 13th floor;
In the dentist chair,
locked within the lion’s lair;
at any funeral,
trapped at the bottom of a well.
wedged in a trash dumpster,
stuck in a sewer,
and absolutely, undoubtedly,
on ma’s very last nerve.
Commentary of Poem:
Okay, show of hands: Who else has a mom (or other relative) who often says, “he/she/you get(s) on my last nerve”?
Trust me, you don’t want to get on anyone’s very last nerve these days! Oh, the consequences!
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“Boys, You Have Been Deceived”
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I thought you might be about to write "locked within the lion's roar;". Good stuff, I like it.