To meet for ‘this’ and not having ‘that’ delivered!
Games of ‘chase and catch me’ seem so blasé,
When played between adults…
Who react more like disturbed children today!
Shut down…
Zipped and doo dah(ed) out!
When I arrived at irritation,
I knew quickly that was not my destination!
I wasn’t willing to digest…
Another round of annoyance,
Just to test my perfection at sealing my lips
And biting my tongue,
As I witness rolling eyes and hands on hips.
Expecting me to sit through another round of fits!
I’ve learned how to hum hymns…
That come out of the blue!
With a quick ‘hit’ for a boosting lift!
‘O Come all Ye Faithful…
Joyful and Triumphant.
Come Ye O Peace of Mind,
Without Gun In Hand! ‘
Splitting…
Shut down I did and glad it happened!
Do I miss the opportunity
Of freelancing headaches…
To quiet a guilty need to be involved and sharing?
No!
Not when that is attacked and misunderstood,
By those who only understand evil…
And not comprehend what’s good!
For their own well-being
In their own neighborhoods!
Some lesson plans have been discarded,
Along the way!
Teaching ‘cats’ the basics of hygiene…
Is not one of my magic tricks!
Or my forte…
Mothering is not on the resumé.
I don’t do the ‘blues’ as a lullaby well!
And for this…
Qualifications are asked and expected!
While the infestation of delusion goes on!
Prolonged without my involvement!
I’ve shut down!
Zipped my lips and skipped my ‘doo dah’ out!
I had to…
To keep my own ‘piece’ much easier,
To monitor!
Some things have to be kept sacred!