Silly Poem – Rumblings

The rumbling gets to me in the way a not great thing grates upon a person.

All of the rumbles and snorts and puffs intrude upon my sense of who I am and

interfere with that which might be the continuation of myself,

if it were allowed to continue, undisturbed by the inconvenience of the inconvenient.

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2019

 

Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images from Pixabay

 

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