The Tardy Burn
Didn't see it coming, did you? Of all
people that smug little creep you've
always been considerate of.
But there you go, even a mouse
sometimes roars. People like him
spend their time in the shadows
and when they venture out
and the light of the sun stuns them
they preen, thinking it's the world
shining a spotlight on them so
they react; kind of a Napoleonic
complex. You've just experienced
a drive-by slander. It's what made
you uncharacteristically speechless
until you reverted to type, felt
sorry for the little turd and just
let it pass. Good show that; don't
take it personally and move on.
Friday, May 19, 2017
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Poetry
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