Maybe I shouldn’t let it bug me?
Stuck in my craw?
Is that the expression?
Sounds like some wet Victorian guttural abomination coming up in the devil’s throat
Feels even worse
Resentment exploits my lymph nodes
It jumps on the back of my hemoglobin, a bronco bucks and bolts to my brain, lassoing every good thought I ever had
Pulling it down into the muck
Watching its eyes fill with mud, shit and moss
Each involuntary gulp sucks …sucks…sucks
Hatred does not gag
Mud and vengeance only feeds
Maybe I shouldn’t let it bug me?
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