Barry Van Allen
W.E. B. Ept - Poem by Barry Van Allen
I don't believe in biorhythms,
because some folks are just inept,
as one whose eptness far exceeds,
while yours has overslept,
... I still accept your mess.
I'm not sure that I buy all of that political correctness,
it seems a use of that excuse to cover more ineptness,
I would rather say things right out loud,
avoiding too much cleverness,
so that what I say is understood,
to be opinion, without regretting it.
Your mess is still accepted though,
as messy as it is,
I know the mess of who I am,
is just an equally accepted mess.
The rhythms that weave through life,
can sometimes feel dubious...
and friendship never should be left,
to hang on tiny nuances.
You see, the facts remain the facts,
and the regrets, remain regrets,
To some the secret to maintaining life,
... the purpose of extending life,
... is to gather epaulets,
... but not with us.
12- 18- 2011
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