Praying for Mantis

the frustration and the irritation
resonate, but there's no need to bite my
head off...

I enjoyed reading this :)

No satisfaction to be found in crowds.  I'm not much for them myself and might end up chucking that beer.  I like the tough tone to this.

"It's too much work to talk nice
So I hold onto my beer like it was my dick
Gripping it hoping someone sees the obvious phallic gesture
They won't. And I don't care."

Sometimes not caring's the way to go.  Bravo DPW!

But maybe you do care...I think you do.  And I also think that bottle may need a little foreplay.  

Sounds like someone didn't want to be alone; just left alone. We all have our periods of being irritated by our fellow man and wanting to stick it to them.  I really enjoyed the emotion of this piece
Really loved the title Sir; really
was a play on words.

K2M

You slay by title here, major darlin..
the prey seems always On in these situations.. both directions. clever*

"It's too much work to talk nice
So I hold onto my beer like it was my dick
Gripping it hoping someone sees the obvious phallic gesture
They won't. And I don't care."
~Not one fer crowds.. I'd say find a cozy corner and foreplay it?! ;)

power & calm, your uz foundation, it eeks me to see you so frazzled..;(
.. hope you get the steam & stress out soon..
hughugs before a curtsy,
~d

A man bent backwards in solitude,
and loving it while he hates it. I've
been there, done that, as the saying
goes. Took me two lost decades to
climb out of that corner where dark
told you to go. The man behind the
words of this poem is not to be pitied,
no, he wouldn't have it any  other way.

Oh, I so feel the edge of this one tonight.  Mt. Anderson might spew for eons if one were to bite my head off tonight.

"Gripping it hoping someone sees the obvious phallic gesture 
They won't. And I don't care."

And the near comic relief jab ends this so well.  Missed reading you.  Hopefully I will be around more now that work's settling down some.

Michael