Chip On My Shoulder (Poem Year #19)

There’s a chip on my shoulder
Not tortilla or corn
Not rippled or baked
Not sour cream and onion
Not salt and vinegar
Not barbecue
Not poker
Not any of these

It is quite simply a shoulder chip.
How did it get there? Why won’t it leave?
It makes me mad.
I’ve got a chip on my shoulder about the chip on my shoulder.

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3 comments

  1. romancingliife · October 22, 2015

    So delightful.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Cup of Jo · October 23, 2015

    Lol I like the humor

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Poet Rummager · October 24, 2015

    Fantastic & funny! Thanks for the follow 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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