Mutt

No greater fool will you encounter than the one
Who stares at you, no wretch less blessed with
Tact or taste, not many too much more decrepit,
No one who moves with less grace, an oaf who'd
Surely squash your toes if you should deign
To dance with him, but also not a single soul
Who'd idolize you so.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-09 at 00:19

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