I Write, What I Like. Poem by Michael Gale

I Write, What I Like.



I write what I like because
of what I might like or dislike...

It does not matter what foul fools
really care...
Not even those, more stupid as rare.

You know those other fellows
who are critics with demeaning
feelings that they let out of the bag? ...
You know-The ones that let them
fling insults to deflate One's Ego's,
shred it up and let it falteringly
flutter freely in the wind-To just sag?

What ever happened to the idea,
to others, to be kind? ...
We just cannot change history or
push a button marked 'rewind.'

Once that ill will,
no matter how glad
or sad to a maddening
temperament of baddest, bad mad...

Can seem to crawl outside a skin
of shelled turmoil, and hatred at least...
Will only unleash that immoral
and faltering Beast.

If Someone does not have
something nice to say? ...
Maybe just a vow of silence,
should be put upon all
Else, neatly on display.

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Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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