And were I to say, it wasn’t my problem then I’d
be in breach of consensual intent which agrees
potential disaccord’s meant to be aired in any a
fashionably congenial, or cultivated bent before
the screaming starts; but ask yourself - why is it
unwise to endanger an outflow process, if that’s
what it is, or expose yourself as the target to an
incoming missile you’re actually already seeing
So woe’s me for exposing sensitivity which has
an indefensible need for keeping under wraps -
tho it won’t mean diddly-squat t’ th’ cat who got
th’ cream, & irony in that is lore behind legends
yet t’ be told tho never responsibly beholden to
allegedly reached ententes by in-vogue parties
I’d guess endemic silence’s penchant is either
a consent to contempt, or for more blasphemy,
actually neither clique agrees who pays rent
© 14 November 2016, I. D. Carswell
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