I’m stuck in an arm wrestle,
With the Opposite of me.
This person’s wasteful, frivolous,
I’m a frugal worker bee.
I rather get good sleep,
But, Opposite, she just might,
Try hard and convince me,
It’s fun to stay out all night.
I like to eat leafy salads,
Lo-cal dressing, no doubt.
Her, a big juicy steak bomb,
And, “Side of fries,” she shouts.
I like to buckle down,
Keep my ducks in a row.
Opposite’s wild and crazy,
Doesn’t know the meaning of “NO!”
Get together at a pub,
Just an appetizer, go light.
Opposite wants Prime Rib,
With béarnaise on the side.
I get out of the house,
Want fresh air in my lungs.
Opposite’s sprawled on the sofa,
Off to the side, her legs hung.
Looking forward to one,
Very productive day.
Opposite plays hooky,
In bed sleeping, her way.
My arm’s getting weary,
Opposite may win over me.
But, I call upon Will Power,
Of that stuff, dude’s got plenty.
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Author:
WriteBeLight (
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Very cool poem. I like the last stanza where it sums it up and you call upon Will Power. "dudes got plenty". Love it!-Christina
Thanks. I feel like I am in an arm wrestle this time of year. Trying to put action behind my intensions. Hard to be enthusiastic during the cold weather. Thanks for reading. I always enjoy your input....:)
Sometimes a kick in the seat works better.i love your poetry about the workplace, although this could be a family member.
This is a little bit of both. You are very insightful. I agree about the kick in the pants. I try hard to kick myself..:)
Great and awesome write
Thanks Tony. I bet you are outside all the time. Gonna get colder as we go along. Stay Warm! Thanks for the comment.
Welcome, you stay warm as well
Thank you!
Amazing poem. I love how you commented on the duality of human nature
Your comment is true and I thank you so much for it. I was thinking of the angel and devil on opposite shoulder whispering in one's ears, too. I thought the arm wrestle was a little different. Thanks again!
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