Take An Ambivert And Call Me In The Morning.

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you incurious bastards
that’s right poets, I’m pointing at you
your drive by disinterest is infectious
the patient zero of making others feel disposable

What? too taxing to scan an about page
too nimble to take notice, too high in your
“azure” blue sky to wallow in the why and what for
of another

Screw you and that Eye Rhyme you rode in on. You side saddle and sideswipe with your thus, thou, and the. me me me me me.

Poetry?

I got a prompt for your mean-spirited ass. Verse using ambivert.

Look it up, wordsmiths.

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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