Poem: A Guilt Trip.
A Guilt Trip.
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Did you work out
How much you had to drink
Did you decide that
You could take the risk.
The thought of not going
To check up on a friend
Would be an intimation
Of a future guilt trip.
Sometimes it does not matter
What you decide to do,
Whether you respond to
Or ignore the feeling
You cannot alter what will be.
The only benefit of worry
Is a somewhat clearer conscience.
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