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Attending a new 12 step group
comes highly recommended by my Life Management Planner well more or less, its mandatory attendance Resentment Survivors... displayed on the door in rainbow-colored cheerful signage I am not pleased to be here me and my righteous indignations have co-habitated quite comfortably for some time they have kept me warm left me smoldering hot ill will has stoked the flames to keep my engines blasting do I have to give up my pique tie it up with ribbons and bows or as the Big Book advises wrap it up in 'serene' instructions include: stop holding onto my bad feelings like a jaundiced letch or reacting to most people as treasonous enemies I've been informed: those resentments don't serve me anymore okie-dokie but wait I'm an animosity addict I'm addicted to irritation I've an aversion to resolution I've been nicknamed Ill Willhellmina I feed on rancor for breakfast I recline on a divan of hard feelings My hands are twitchy my teeth are gnashing I want to karate kick the moderator My brain is screaming "Let me out-let me out of this nut palace!" my resentments have become familiar companions providing me with front-line defense rancor is my currency non-compliance is my trade the accountant inside my head keeps itemized lists of the pleasing I did for those resentees, those I should have never pleased, but I did instead of pleasing me I don't know if am born-again that I shall be transformed from cockroachian agnostic into a gratefully-compressed human experiment full of it yet now the beige room is hushed the sedated survivors perch on Naugahyde furnishings in midday swelter in the room there is a calling for a joining and laying on of clammy hands there is no escape its too late to flee I conclude: they aim too high to convert a Resentment Survivor Pilgrim so sayeth The Pharisee in me. Copyright April 26 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author All Poetry/Prose/Ideas/Rants are the legal property of this Writer Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World editing ideas from Buddy Bee. Thank YOU Babe, You're Sumpin' (Wink Wink) my attempt at humor and snark Vote for this poem |
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