You’re so predictable.
If I hadn’t been so preoccupied,
I’d have spotted your tactics long ago.
Such a coward –
you pounce upon our weaknesses;
anyone can do that, and it’s not clever.
I unfairly attributed weeks of illness with my lungs
to your old pal, Grief.
That was before I noticed the problems
with completing tasks, and leaving the house.
The more I think about this,
the more annoyed you make me –
especially when it comes to my children.
You’d pick on the little one’s eating,
which was already poor;
now you’re teasing her sister
with temptation and lies
which will make her feel worse, not better.
I should have seen this before,
but YOU should know that we’ll have the final word.
After all, we’re stronger than you.
Predictable, that’s what you are.
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