[MD] Irritation is irrigation

[John Carl]

You irritate me

You rub me the wrong way

The page wherein you write your word is like sandpaper on the tender folds
of my oyster-shaped brain

Each word, a grain of sand, a point of irritation

A sore,  in need of healing

thus pearls form

which I like

which I share,

and you like

so  please continue

forever

and ever

Is my prayer to the Big Father God In the Sky