Disgruntled
When I try to crack the whip and get the world in line,
somehow it turns fractious and starts to buck and whine.
Electrons turn to protons and refuse to whirl about.
The sun refuses to come out and stays inside to pout.
Berries stain my shirt front and seeds stick in my teeth.
Feral felines storm my bed and find solace beneath.
Friends offer consolation that is but a token.
There is little impact in the words that they have spoken.
If only things would go the way I’ve formed them in my mind,
there would be fewer problems in his daily grind;
but the world won’t listen and goes about its day
with very little interest in what I have to say.
No one will believe me when I say that I’ve evolved
to the point where the world’s problems I have mainly solved.
They go about their business like before I came along,
doing things without me and doing most things wrong.
They prefer those idiots who have run the Earth
slowly bleeding all of us as they increased their girth.
So until the world at large decides to meet my terms
and decide to love me, I guess I’ll go eat worms!!!!
Prompt words today are electron, token, fractious, impact, stain. I know I need a new disgruntled photo as I’ve maybe overused this one, but it’s a busy day and this one just seems to work, so….
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
worms. eew. 😉
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Hahaha, I love it. Don’t you sometimes really wish someone would listen to you about something and just do what you say, trusting that you know what you are talking about?
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Yes but this was totally tongue in cheek. The older I get, the less I know I know. Sagest advice I’d give is to enjoy the nature, animals and friends around you. And the music and art.
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How nice! You are so talented!
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Ah, so you’ll vote for me? ;o)
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Finally! Someone who appreciates my wisdom!!
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Well-done, Judy. Every bit of it understandable.
autumn seed-fluff flies
disappointed in the wind
when she lands in sh**
warm spring breeze thaws each crystal
her blossom feeds hungry bees
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tanka: autumn seed-fluff flies / disappointed in the wind / when she lands in sh** / warm spring breeze thaws each crystal / her blossom feeds hungry bees
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Isn’t this the truth? “If only things would go the way I’ve formed them in my mind,
there would be fewer problems in his daily grind;
but the world won’t listen and goes about its day
with very little interest in what I have to say.If only things would go the way I’ve formed them in my mind,
there would be fewer problems in his daily grind;
but the world won’t listen and goes about its day
with very little interest in what I have to say.”
Every day I form an opinion about something and then laugh at myself and say, “Yep, that’s going to change things!”
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Well, if enough people do so and vote, perhaps it will happen, Martha.
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Awww, poor you…
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It’s so hard being me…
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Sure, “it’s hard to be humble when you are perfect in every way.”
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Ah, a sympathetic utterance!
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