Friday, February 15, 2013

Contents Under Pressure

They are but balloons
Inflated with anger
Afloat with bloated indignation.
Would they could pop and spew
Foul contents on he who holds their strings,
Except that I am caught in the middle
Juggling the bedpans and emesis basins.

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