The Last Straw Poem by Kevin Patrick II

Aren't you a sweet delight?
Picking holes in my dynamite
Wearing out my safety valves
Until I'm ready to blow


Its so kind to fill me with dread
Helping to unravel these threads
Taking shots at all my marbles
Watching my nerves get mowed


How I like it when you laugh
When I'm revealed on a polygraph
Thank you for helping me loose
My last staw of control



How come when I set my bounds?
Everyone says I'm just making a sound?
Why is it that when I'm kicking back
Somehow Im the one who caused this attack



You wanted me to be your punching bag
Well now it's a game of black eye tag
You saw me as another passive sheep
Now you can count me when I put you to sleep

Now my idea of having fun
Is looking at you with a loaded gun

Cause this is my last straw
My last straw
My last straw
My last straw
Last straw
Last straw
Last straw
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