no more thanks, I’m full

I’ve been trying to cut down on fatuousness
but it’s not easy this time of year,
as the platter of platitudes is passed along,
oozing with saccharine sweetness.
So with gratitude I’ll load my plate,
despite how hard they are to swallow,
then I’ll wash away the bitter after-taste
with a glassful of gin and bad attitude.

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9 responses to “no more thanks, I’m full

  1. Please and thanks for lovely poem ; )

  2. Love that last line. Packs a punch! 💜

  3. I chuckled at the twist of humor at the end!

  4. You know what’s worse than platitudes? When people put them on their walls. Haha

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