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Coming Off Small


one cheap sentence
one terse four-letter word:

cute
nice
neat
good

will never sum up me
lacks thoughts complete
or finesse
a fragment or measly morsel
nor the best
not even a mouthful
or a thoughtful
or a brain-filled
and oh very painful to read
how is it
that all its missing
is me

how indicative
of what's between
the ears
and behind the eyes
I'd much rather be pleasantly
surprised
at some kindness that could be
contained within
they don't know where I've been
but guess and game

yet those who'd
be heaped with praise
are often ungenerous
grinding down others
into meager
miserly
over-simplified
words
SPIT infinitives

advice:
if you can't say
anything
constructive
pithy
wise
nice
that shakes the foundations of the western world
don't say anything at all

otherwise
(I'm Not Sorry)
but, you come off small
self-involved
dis-ingenuine
tight
not tall in the big wide world of ours

why did you bother
in the first place
to spray
when you had nothing
worthwhile
to say
(or write)
at all

stinky poison-pen
or terse
one word feedbacks
please remove
and remove
all

Its my opinion and I'm sticking to it.
So many invested in sizing up others
and invested in being right when
they could otherwise be helpful or
effective. Being small is just
scoring off someone at their expense
which ultimately ends up being at your
own expense. I don't have to get
political to illustrate this point.

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