my son likes to say
that’s not fair
when he doesn’t get his way
like the universe had impulse to care
fate gets stuck in my teeth
like Sunday grits in a sieve
but under its sheath
tastes like things I used to believe
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for dVerse’s Quadrille #140: Let’s Go To The Fair!
Also Fandango’s One Word Challenge (grit) and my rare attempt at rhyming.