we say “that does it” in disgust
and stomp away or punch a wall
from failed attempts or thwarted lust
or contents of one’s wallet: dust!
frustration makes us brawl.
but what that does is mess us up
and off our plumb and way and course.
it bollixes addresses up
puts wormwood nectar in our cup
and walks us through the gorse.
“that does it” needs to fade away
if we’d hope to be civilized.
“that doesn’t do it” might hold sway
and move us on to make a day
less bleak; more highly prized.