Trigger Points

While strolling through the walkways of our town,
I asked a friend what made him truly mad.
He paused, his smile fading to a frown.
"Hypocrisy.  To me, that's pretty bad."
So then I asked, "Whatever do you mean?"
"When someone flirts," he teased, "and swears she's not."
I got his point but didn't cause a scene.
Instead, I headed for a shady spot.
"And you?" he pushed.  "What percolates your blood?"
"I'd rather not discuss it," I replied,
And jumped across a puddle full of mud,
Still reeling from the blow he'd dealt my pride.
Then suddenly I spun around and said,
"I HATE when men force friendship into bed!"

Jill Williams

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