by Tim Chiu
Hurt feelings imply it’s more than just a game, but don’t fight back - a poem.
But life is a blessing quite fit like the gods.
We troll with a certainty, baiting our hooks,
In spite of doomed liberties, thrilled by our looks.
But sides that are ugly, sights unbecoming,
Lead to the viper, a drummer’s beat drumming...
Those who are vicious do not reward shame.
We claim that we may, and bring merciless blame.
The wisdom is knowing we mustn’t fight back.
Towards modesty, strive, and give no heart attack.
We’re sharing a purpose, so aim just as such.
Let bygones be bygones, be great in the clutch.