Welcome Guest in Our Own Skin: A Satiric Poem

Updated on May 11, 2018
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Val is a life-long practically oriented student of effective emotional and attitudinal responses to the many challenges of life.

Have you ever thought of this strange fact

that we are so nice to so many of our guests

with all that courtesy, care, pampering, and tact

while in our own skin just good for intruders and pests.


We entertain them, make them laugh and at ease

and we offer them foods that they will surely like

we may even downsize our ego to appease

exposing our jugular in a self teasing spike.


We may never forget to apologize

for this or that not being perfect and best

way too busy kissing their asses as to realize

how we deserve that same treatment as our guest.


At the end of farce we walk them to the door

concerned they might drift into that messy room

again apologizing as if to keep high our gossip score

for any possible imperfection being seen in their zoom.


So, why not invite ourselves to be a guest

in our own skin and in whole our life just as well

to treat ourselves with that friendliness and the rest

instead of keeping ourselves imprisoned in that ugly shell.

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      Vladimir Karas 9 days ago from Canada

      Doris---I don't apologize when it's not due. When I keep door open for someone behind me and they don't say "Thanks", I say it pretty loud: "You are welcome!", to remind them to learn some manners. When pedestrians (especially a group of teenagers) intentionally drag their asses in front of my stopped car and provocatively look at me, I look away ignoring them, displaying calm patience and not giving them a satisfaction.

      And yes, I pamper the asses of my guests when I am not too busy pampering my own.

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      Doris James-MizBejabbers 9 days ago

      You are sooo right, and your poem expresses it to a "T". Not just in our own homes either. I am having to train myself not to instinctively apologize when someone rude bumps into me in public. You know what I'm talking about, he or she pushes into you, you say "excuse me" and then he/she glares back. Why are we humans put on such guilt trips that we do that in the first place? BTW, ff it's my fault, I have no problem apologizing.

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