I Don'T Welcome Bitter Fits Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I don't have a spicy tongue,
Normally exposed.
Until somebody stands too close,
To step on my toes.

I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up and go.

I am respectful,
Until I can't be...
To those people unaware,
Of what this means.

I try to be accountable,
Without apologies.
I make sure I'm there,
Taking care...
Of responsibilities.

I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up and go.

I don't have a spicy tongue,
Normally exposed.
Until somebody stands too close,
To step on my toes.
And when somebody does that,
My ignorance shows.

I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up and go.

I don't have a spicy tongue,
Normally exposed.
Until somebody stands too close,
To step on my toes.
And when somebody does that,
My ignorance shows.

I am respectful,
Until I can't be...
To those people unaware,
Of what this means.

I am respectful,
Until I can't be...
To those people unaware,
Of what this means.

I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up, leave and go.

I can be respectful,
Until I can't be...
To anybody unaware of what this means.

And I don't welcome bitter fits.
Or think of them as benefits...
When somebody gets me heated,
And my ignorance shows...
The moment someone gets too close to step on my toes.