I left you enough room to criticize
Talk about the contents, not the size
Mention the taste, not the beauty
Analyze the smell, not the harmony
You had your opportunities
To mussitate enough bêtises
Your time has expired
Nothing is now required
Move on and bow your head
Everything is now dead.
Copyright © April 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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