There's Something Familiar About You

I have no use for your sort, pal:
The two-bit tyrants, keen on
Bending all the world to their
Wills, the ones who always
Must be right, the order-
Givers, order-makers, those
Who want their fingerprints
On every object, every plan.
I don't intend to fight with
You, but be assured I will
Resist. Suggest, demand
Or criticize; your words won't
Mean a thing to me. I've
Learned to shrug off tyrants
Like you. One of them's
My wife.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-26 at 21:29

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