For Everyone Who Has Enough Courage and Concern to Hand This to a Friend or Loved One – II
You hate me now
You are pissed
You’re feeling how
You have been dissed
Because I gently
Slapped your wrist
So I could see
You got the gist
You get mad? Good!
Hoped you would
Put me just
Where I belong
Show me that
You’re where it’s at
Prove me wrong —
I’d like that
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A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet
Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land
Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap
Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak
