I put a great big dent
in my brand new car,
and I am trying not to feel bad,
but each time I stop and turn within
sure enough, I feel sad.
What I really need to know is, "Why?"
For I did not hit another car--
I hit a stupid post!
One of those steel, tubular
yellow jobs . . .
(the kind that just stand there
and d a r e you to hit them)
. . . REALLY I am mad!
Now that I've got that straight,
why did I not jump out of my car,
kick the post with a coloful declaration
of what it could go do with itself--
and be done with it???
Anyone who would care to take a stab at
answering this question is more than welcome.
And, Yes, I feel much better now.
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Reviews of "My Dance of Anger Exposed"
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on February 8, 2003
What a mean old post! Take a few deep breaths count to 10 things will be fine
Great write
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A poignant story about letting go of a narcissist in your life. Have you ever been attacked FULL force by a narcissist? It's the closest thing to being stabbed over and over in the back.
Great write
Well done.