Bone to Pick

by Sam M. Phillips

I am incensed,

I know I sensed

The encroaching end,

But I couldn’t bend

Fate to alleviate

The pain which would descend,

I couldn’t demonstrate

My quality,

All ability

Ignored,

I’m bored,

And so are you,

So there’s nothing we can do

To repair the relationship,

I don’t care if we let it slip,

Tip of balance,

Delicate dance

Now is done,

We’ve had our fun,

But on I run

Onto a new pasture,

I am sure

To look back

At the lack

Of fairness from you

And distress from me,

And try to see

How I could do better

Next time I fetter

Myself to a person.

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