Liz's Question Poem by Douglas Scotney
Liz's Question
You ask me why
I like the guy
Whose faith it is
That every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
You ask I s'pose
The reason why
I do one thing
and not another.
I could tell you,
''Tain't your business.'
I could take a breath of air and sigh,
'I don't know. I've no idea, your Lizness.'
I could fabricate a lie,
My ignorance to cover.
Let you know my little lie.
Meditate upon my lie.
Leave me to my favourite guy.
just been reading a few of your poems - love the style, the sharpness in observation and directness - and of course the use of Aussie specifics like Esky in another of your poems...
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4/19/2024 12:37:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Personal choice, the freedom in a seculare society to not be herded into a religion without your consent or by coercion. The right to be wrong, the right to choose. Oh to be surrounded by people whose lives were so perfect that the time spent trying to tell others how to live would not be better spent on self improvement and acceptance without bigotry, prejudice and discrimination of the choices of others.