Oh, the Guilt

The guilt already felt oppressive,
shame for a decision made,
a course of action
about to be consummated ,

and then…

the guy behind me
in the drive-thru line
ordered a fried bologna biscuit…

and I knew I had to have one.



Filed under Poetry

3 responses to “Oh, the Guilt

  1. I haven’t a clue what a fried bologna biscuit is, but I hope you enjoyed yours. There are enough problems in this life without spoiling f the pleasures with guilt.

  2. Very nice expression in daily circumstancess. You can make poetry about anything, and it’s very possible thing for a great writer like you.

  3. Mirada

    This is great–I was surprised by the delightful ending!

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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