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what do I really do

and why the hell am I asking you

you don't know me

and if you could truly see

then you two would certainly flee

I write, I read, I pen my puppy poems

I praise the good ones and knock the slow ones

I don't give in to what's duly expected

I feel emotions to be most useful when sectioned

off and dissected

many different approaches before to this concept

I have rejected

with my ill ideas I want to know just how many

unguarded souls I have so far infected

life, now there's a questionable concept

at living it the way said to be permissive

I feel inept

I love GOD

but I'm not crazy about rules

hell must be for insubordinates, unnecessary chance

takers and fools

what the ardor chokingly heats up the conscience

contracts and cools

sometimes to myself I smile a wee crooked smile

the grin remains intact even when anger leaves a

taste in the mouth so bitterly vile

every now and again you have to shake lose from

the severe and serious side of whats wrong and right

I've almost managed to modify my behavior down to

what's borderline acceptable but not just quite

so let me say since I'm in such a departurous mood

I'll leave you with an old hacked up saying

off the page is out of sight

who knows maybe tomorrow I'll do a piece called

'you tonight'.................

(written July 29,1991 am)