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