occasionally, okay,
quite often you are
misunderstood and
feathers get ruffled,
but there are days,
and then there
are weeks where
each road has a
bump, a pothole
a detour or a
wreck tangled
blocking all ways.
you have no exit.
no way around. and you
reach the various
levels of frustration,
anger, resentment,
and dismay until
finally an exasparated
exhale goes out
and the flag of oh well,
surrender goes up.
the flag is raised
and waving brightly.
i'm coming out with
my hands in the air,
you yell out. please,
dont' shoot.
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