Game Over

Look Honey

We have the bases loaded

Anger is on first

Irritation sits on second

Destructive hugs third

And Bitter is up to bat.

Passion has been traded

For discontent

And hate , hostility and hurt

lurk in the dugout

Perhaps it is time

We quit this game

because

Sadness, sarcasm, and sullen

sit in the bull pen

With no relief in sight