poetry in hands

poetry in hands

Sunday, November 10, 2024

He couldn't disagree more

 He couldn't disagree more


I used to drink with a guy 

Who thought he was being clever

He was never prepared to admit

That anyone ever knew better


His attitude passive aggressive

His jokes had serious intent

He always said he was joking

We all knew what he meant


He had a serious addiction

Competitive to a sin

If there was a prize

For the unhealthiest mind

No doubt he would want to win


Mike O'Leary - April 2020

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