The threat’s not physical then is it - unlike
like a fist in your face or the acrid scent of
ruin grifted in galls of intense heat; so why
pick on me, if fires burn they’re still far too
distant to be authors of discontent. I know
it is easier to say boo than unravel sets of
long dead odds & ends, yet I am innocent,
merely in the vicinity; this is me, not some
Convenience used to flush away unease.
So I’m not thumbing my nose in spite nor
do I see you can view it thus - but thanks
for explaining what’s bustled your dander,
sadly to say tho' it adds zilch to the case
claimed as being even-handedness
There’s a precocious sense of amenity in
obeisance to narrower reference points -
to try to understand wider views does not
imply you’re giving way nor is it a state of
anarchy; your sovereignty stays intact as
long as you do, which you do indeed
But if you want loyalty, humour me …
© 22 November 2014, I. D. Carswell
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