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no way to sharpen the wits
on the hatchets of loonies and twits.....
conversely, there is no remorse
for engagement, rational discourse
with intelligent minds.....brains not in their behinds....
otherwise one gets lost in the gorse....
this may sound harsh, cold, unforgiving...
of choices....I'll take sentient living......
there's much, to me, worth 'fighting' for....
love and laughter....an open door
to clarity....compassion....kindness........
yet, I haven't 'glasses' to cure some blindness.....
though much is healed with empathy.........
and gentle curiosity....
some bull ships need sail out to sea....
and I should know
to let them be
some day I may be 'perfect love'....
until then.......can I 'rise above'.....? ?
and hold my 'smart remarks' at bay....
....not prolapse into schmutz/cliche.....? ?
'time'll tell'..yes...there's another........
where's the compass...and the rudder...?
in conclusion I'll say this:
'holding the vinegar.....whilst not taking the **** '
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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