Oxymoron (A Poem for Day Sixteen of PAD)

Here is the prompt (for day sixteen) copied from Poetic Asides: For today’s prompt, write a favorite poem. Maybe that sounds a bit silly, but what I mean is to write a poem about something that’s your favorite. A favorite teacher. Favorite movie. Favorite ice cream flavor. I don’t know, because I have my own list of favorites. Only you can do you…and your favorites. Who knows? Maybe this will end up being your favorite prompt this month.

Sometimes My Favorite Place is the Beach

Oxymoron

My favorite saying
is that I have
no favorites. I love
everything and
everyone
just the same . . .
except
any foods
containing
meat and
spring time
overrun
by summertime
heat, and then
there’s those workers
who are underpaid
for the color
of their skin
or because
of their age.
I suppose
there’s another
thing, too. Scammers
who prey on
the emotions
of others
or take advantage
of lonely
elderly widows.
Karma is karma,
and whatever
they do
will come
right back
to them
     unless
my
irritation
butts in. Then karma’s
arrows will shoot
back to me to interfere
with my philosophy
to not take favorites
but instead
to favor
everyone
for their individuality
     and 
respect their 
     position
on their 
     own life’s 
rungs. 


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