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think the other guy (who isn't one of them) has gotten it all wrong believe they knew most of the answers (when they congratulated themselves) every day and all along know what's best for the others (their wisdom is solid gold...) especially me and you have forgotten we all had fathers and mothers (but continue to sermonize...) and don't need another new parent too believe they can shoot all the tigers (theirs is the Earth and theirs alone...) and display their heads and tails don't know a thing about stewardship (everything is ours for the taking...) about the responsibility living on Mother Earth entails work so hard thinking money and things (little people talk about things and money...) have all the answers go for their annual check-ups (I plan to live forever...) and find they're dying from their cancers... irony is a desert served rich and sliced slabbish-ly thick and drizzled over with slick-sticky hot fudge beware ye who think they know it all and consume it all their trap is sickly and over-sweet their fall from great height is quite a fall their defeat fait accompli **************** from a writing prompt legal copyright for this poem/time and date stamped May 24 2019 1:44pm PST and also for this writer Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site-title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World The un-rule of writing is that I don't have to tell the absolute truth...but to share my own. Vote for this poem |
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