Lawrence S. Pertillar
Wishy Washy Wusses - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Those wishy washy wusses don't impress.
Limped wrists wimps...
With nothing more than their pretentions,
Double talkers who aren't direct.
And using gossip to connect,
As an attempt to express...
Opinions to abuse but amuse few,
Who refuse to show any interest!
The only thing they can leave,
When descending away from doorsteps...
After insulting guests.
Is a resignation,
From choosing to live lives like that...
Not too many can stomach, digest or respect.
And say so behind their shallowed backs!
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