on 2020-11-22, 14:48

To the Hosts

To the Hosts

Oh, it's just a tantrum
because he hates to go.
Let him get it out of his system.
Yes, he's setting fire
to your curtains,
but honestly, he's already
made such a wreck of your house,
what's the difference?
His feelings are delicate,
and he only has
two boxes of matches left -
where's the harm in humoring himc
until they're gone?

-- Carl Bettis


Image info: Delicate Decline, copyright 2020 by by Carl Bettis, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

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