The Safe Side of Horrible

The Safe Side of Horrible

Oh, how I long to be nasty,
cruel, spiteful and just plain old mean,
to say all the words that are bubbling
down in the murk of my spleen.

But, no, I need to play nice,
’cause I live in fear of the trolls
I’ve heard they are awfully painful
when they get on their rampaging rolls.

So I live on the safe side of horrid,
choosing words that try not to offend,
suppressing my withering ripostes,
and trying to keep all my “friends”.

One day it will all overcome me,
the Horrid will slip out to play,
But I’m here on the Safe Side of Horrible
so gladly, it won’t be today!

© ceenoa

Thanks for the Inspiration, Marigold.

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