All of a sudden passionately passive/aggresive poems.

[Guest]

Write one, quickly!

 

[Alt]

Sorry I bumped into you,
...I think
My arm brushing your shoulder,
My nose capturing your scent,
My presence beckoning a brief appeal,
...I scurry
Sorry I bumped into you,
...I think...not.

 

[Angeline]

I want to
but I won't though
I'm thinking so hard
my eyeballs might burst
from my skull, shoot inflamed
across the room, burn
tunnels of of anger
through that narcoleptic
nonchalance and rocket
that ass first star
to the left straight on
to neveragain land
but instead
I'll just sip a nice hot cuppa
and write a poem

 

[champagne1982]

Could it be heart burn
spilling into my lower
intestine or could it be
that you make me
want to throw up?
(on your lap)

 

[BooMerengue]

Remember Thumpers Mom?
Don't say it
just smile and walk
around the corner
fists clenched
(teeth really do gnash you know)
let your mind screech all you want
and then straighten your face, Pollyanna
and go finish the dishes.