I was once told that there are two
Types of folk in this world
The ones who leave you safe and warm
And those who leave you cold.
Not cold as in, you just don’t care
No, I mean chilled and hurt
All life leached out because they drain
Your joy by their salt words.
I see my friend affected thus
Pecked by a ravens beak
Picked up upon with gimlet eye
And gossips thrill to speak.
I find it hard to see this as
I felt the same attack
But if I may quote that Mr Poe
“nevermore” is now my track…
So no to social bullying
to those who strike a spark
and no to those who fan the flame
And burn to leave a mark.
For life is truely much too short
To be upset or cranky
Ignore Those revellers in discord.
it’s them not you who’s manky .