Poetry Absurdity: Sour Grapes




I have a glass full of something.

Distilled from my greatness.

Take a sip.

You hate the taste.

You can’t help it.

It’s everything you wished it to be.

Go ahead. Take another sip.

You’ll never allow it.

Too sour.

And it’s all your fault.

It’s called sour grapes.

Learn to love the taste.

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9 Comments on Poetry Absurdity: Sour Grapes

  1. Wow, Fly! What an unexpected and lovely compliment from you! I’m gonna have to remember this sweet moment the next time you’re mean to me. 😀

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  2. A goodun, I say. sour grapes and jealousy are powerful and destructive forces both for the one dishing out the wrath and the gullible! receiver. Cannot get enough of pressing the shortcut for this powerful symbol : ❤ my prince of darkness

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  3. That’s where the bottle of sour grapes went! It’s ok….you can keep it. I’ve got my can of whoopass! 🙂

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