Face to FaceA Poem by R. L. Ives
There you sit all safe and cozy
in your mom's basement so warm and toasty. Eating Cheetos in your underwear Browsing the websites here and there. You state your opinion on every topic, which is quite juvenile and down right myopic. Your ignorance shows through every post. Kid, you're the kind disliked the most. A person like you is known as a troll. Your mind is more narrow than a rabbit hole. You profile says that your thirty three. Really now man? You ain't foolin me. I'd say twelve, thirteen, maybe sixteen at best? How bout we just put you to the test. Tell me just how brave you would be, if you came face to face with someone like me? Would you still rant, call names like you do? How bout we meet, back alley at two? Speak up I can't hear you, cat got your tongue? What's that, you say? What, now you're too young? Ain't talkin big are ya? Yeah, that's what I thought. © 2013 R. L. IvesAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on March 13, 2013 Last Updated on March 13, 2013 AuthorR. L. IvesMOAboutAfter 371 days living through the hell of my husband’s ALS diagnosis and death, I feel like I’m left without form more..Writing
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