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Never Win the Peace Prize Now
Doing my duty...
One last time..
Tearing out summer's tired flowers,
In late October.
Won't be tending any here next year.
Saying goodbye.
Being brave.
Could let them tear things out themselves,
But,
This is the Right Thing
To Do.
Extreme and sudden pain makes no sense to me
Above my left knee.
What is that crawling?
Scream.
A mad-assed wasp I didn't see.
Throw it across the way.
Pull up my pantleg.....really need to shave my legs....
Think I got the stinger out.
There it is, crawling around, innocent enough.
Like the latent asssasin that lurks in us all,
I don't just kill it,
I grind it into the dirt....
All those days and months of trying to
Be Brave,
Do The Right Thing,
Go The Extra Mile,
Be Understanding,
Let It Go,
Keep My Peace...
It all comes down to one wild-assed murder
Of one mad-assed wasp......
Ground him into the dirt so bad there's nothing even left for the ants.
God forgive us all.
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