Teaching other peeps to be cruel
is an odd hobby for an ex-straight
-shooter like me.
I don't mean
I went gay. The opposite,
really - don't "read in"
if not necessary,
I say.
Rather grim
and glum
I've
become,
giving apt advice
to the wrong people,
maybe. Helping them
with their aims, when
I might have helped
them aim! Still,
we go better safe than
dead, they say.
I do try to help
where I can, anyway.
Some you just can't
help, some you can.
If asked, I'm a huckleberry
up for all jam. But
I do try to talk, goad
wheedle and coax
the folks out of it
some, as they grouse
and whine. Who
the hell
am I
to tell, right? So far
from wrong it's a spot
so broad and blue
as yesterday's sky.
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?
Tuesday, October 25, 2022
Just kid.
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