I went to the store
To buy patience But there was none left. My short fuse was lit, Like a volcano eruption, An avalanche, A riot, It BURNED. I yelled and cried and stumped my feet: 'I'd like to speak with the manager! Where is the manager!?' A lady came by, with a serene smile and an effortless flair. She had all the patience in the world. She calmly said: 'My dear, patience isn't to be bought but rather - it must be earned.' I wanted to shove her face into a toaster oven. And prickle her feet with torches. And tickle her belly with slime. But I am a member of society - so I sighed, Frowned, Rolled my eyes, And left the store. I must have some patience after all.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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