I had the most infuriating birthday
You'll notice I past-tense it -
That is strictly apt.
It happened seventeen years from
some point in time
And I cannot recall what was
so wrong with that.
I do not remember it infuriates me!
To this day still I can't recall
the why, why, why
But sinking to that moment held
in time,
within me,
Immersion in infuriation is
no lie.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, April 19, 2021
sung to the tune of infuriating birthday
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