Go Figure This

Go figure this – she focused the complaint
on one of two. Maternal prejudice
from her is never subtle, nothing faint –
go figure this.

What she deems cute is dull and obvious.
She thinks a gripe and blurts without restraint,
and any wound she’ll with a snarl dismiss.

I think she’d try the patience of a saint.
And as for me, I’m on the precipice
of critical – I never find her quaint.
Go figure this.

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