Everybody wants people
to "back them up"
but
When they're all the way back,
up against the wall (or similar! Some can even
rock two simultaneous wall-like obstacles,
that's a hard place), suddenly
as if that changed the situation,
they're all "Hold my beer. I got this."
I'm like, hey. "Buy me a beer to hold.
I can hold my own. I got this!" Or
"You get this. I've got
the next one. Let's all
hold our own beers,
please."
Business first. Then,
like not so much a boss,
but a proprietor:
mind the proprieties.
That's class in a glass, and come
the revolution, I'll buy my
share of rounds.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Saturday, August 22, 2020
come the next go round
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