Before I came I knew
what needed to be said
and I haven’t forgot
if you’re about
to point out
I didn’t say it
yet.
Biding my time –
you’d know
about that too,
the least heard
is the best said
in any iteration of
dreaded censure;
you’re a mess –
bless the stars
there’s no
moon tonight.
Okay,
we’re on line,
is it a smile,
or a grimace?
© 19 October 2007, I. D. Carswell
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