A Typically Unsubtle Confession

A Typically Unsubtle Confession


Annoying how my words intrude

Impinge on other's servitude,

Worm their way through personal space

Annoyingly, climb in your face.

Not intended, nothing planned

Tis rather contribution, bland...

Addendum's to a point, well made

Or commentary on a fun charade...

Politics, my personal hate,

Invoking fiery stuff, of late...

But...

No abuse nor personal slur,

Intended, (should the thought...occur?)

Rather just my thoughtless way

Of blundering into the fray???

Perhaps, the reason on the shelf

Lies in that I write...for myself!

Selfish, now (as that may be)

Therein, (unfortunately), that is me.


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21 Sept 2023

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