[NicknamedBob]

"P.S. It’s another twitchy one, too."

Yeah, I just brewed up another pot of coffee.

Edgy

Kinda nervous, you can tell,
Some things just don’t set too well.
Strident voices, cursing tones,
Slamming doors and ringing phones,

I’m edgy.

People spook me, much too often,
I have tried my edge to soften.
Pills there are but what are they?
Chemical ties to a rocking chair.

I’m edgy.

Newspapers can set me off,
“Truth be told!”, they make me scoff.
I hear voices in my car,
It can drive me much too far.

I’m edgy.

I sit down and slow my pace,
Pit stop in the human race.
Take a look, and smile at me,
It helps with my humanity.

I’m edgy.


NicknamedBob . . . May 21, 2007

[Lady Jag]

Love it! It sounds like it should be set to music.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL, very clever poem, I like it.