Peeple

Some people are like

ancient steeple:

to be admired from afar

but up close 

they just hurt like any

old crick

in the neck.

And you know I’m right

on this one;

and those of you who’ve

been following 

closely will have seen

before I did that

some of my friends weren’t 

and some of my enemies aren’t.

And ain’t it just true.

And ain’t it

just

ain’t, after all the

tall stories you’ve spun

me.

And all the talk and the glib 

and the adult bib

and the dummy and the

rum thoughts and the

inconsiderations.

And yet still I am here.

And yet still I 

create.

And my turn shall be fair

and my turn shall 

sur-

round you, but

like no embrace you ever

knew or dreamt or felt 

or

sensed in your biggest 

li[f]e.

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