annieblev

United States

Wannabe poet who should probably stick to realistic fiction. Sum 41 trash.

Dinner Table Wars

July 2, 2016

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Sitting at the dinner table
Word to word
I say something
Catch my breath, hope no one heard
But they did, and they make remarks
For what it’s worth, they aren’t very smart
They disagree with my choices
Surprise, surprise
It’s been this way forever
But do we need to uprise?
Alliances form, enemies fight
Over four words I said that night
Guns at the ready and fists clenched
Water flies high
Someone will be drenched
Sitting at the dinner table
Quiet now
And I wonder what got me here
Who, why, how?

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