Blowing Gnats into Gannets – a poem

Blowing Gnats into Gannets

 

Blowing gnats into gannets,

Puddles into seas,

Making trouble out of nothing,

Picking fights with you and me.

 

Some people just like meanness,

Their minds just work that way.

They can’t get along with folks

Or see the light of day.

 

Petty minded imbeciles

Who like to sow their strife

Instead of being pleasant

And getting on with life.

 

Opher 15.9.2018

 

 

Some people are builders and some are destroyers. Some like building people up and some like ripping them down.

Some do not have a shred of humanity.

There is a wave of fascism that is eating people up. It turns reasonable people into hate-filled harridans.

Some people are pedantic to the extreme. All they are interested in is arguing over minor details and blowing that up into nastiness.

A plague upon them.

6 thoughts on “Blowing Gnats into Gannets – a poem

      1. Sounds like a good idea to me. I spend far too much time on it for nil return. 2400 wordpress followers and hardly anybody comments or buys the books.
        We’re all good here. A bit worn out with looking after grandchildren but I’m halfway through writing a new Sci-fi book. Just coming up for air.

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