I have been waiting so long

that it doesn’t bother me

if I have wait a little longer,

for in your car crash race

to have the last and final word,

the slurs, the put downs, the exaggerated

and the dog shit smears

rubbed in my face,

I remain silent, I just sit in peace and quiet

and count the days till karma

licks her lips and throws down the gauntlet,

lays all her cards upon the smoking green

table and spits frothy, boiling green flem

in your eye;

They who seek revenge had better

dig two graves, I seek no revenge,

you’re not even worth that.

Ian D. Hall 2016