Glen Martin Fitch


INVENTORY


I try,  
I'm sure like you,  
to do what's right.
For jobs well done 
I wouldn't mind a raise.
I think I'm kind,  
considerate.  
I fight injustice as I can.  
I don't need praise.
I sometimes do things wrong. 
When 'Who's to blame? ' resounds,  
I hope I'm first to say,  
'It's me! '
Then there's the acts 
I should have done. 
What shame from 
'That was YOUR responsibility.'
But what about the bad 
I didn't do?
The pie I didn't eat?  
The words unsaid?
Would I be thanked 
if everybody knew?
And if the world were just 
I'd like instead the cash 
I didn't spend on booze and bets,
on drugs and porn and 
shoes and cigarettes.

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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