Quick

Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.

Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.

Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.

Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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