Diplomacy

I'm glad you called. (Now, there's
A lie). I read your poem (though
It pained me greatly). You've
A knack (for sappy subjects,
Misspelled words, and hobbling
Meter), one worth keeping on
With (as the other things you like
To do are monuments of wasted
Time). Let's try to (make sure
That we will not ever) find a chance
To meet. (I doubt) I'd like to chat
With you. Unfortunately (for you,
Perhaps), I must say goodbye for now.
A cloud (of which your call is part)
Appears to have come over me.
I struggle, but I can't escape it.
Really; that's no lie.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-07-30 at 00:05

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