Sunday, March 20, 2022

Eighty-two:

My ornery old cuss keeps leaking out:

and I am no longer 

as convinced 

of my correctness 

as I was when I was young.

Also, I find I have little tolerance for stupid.

So please, stop proselytizing.

You don’t get to be an expert 

just because you have 

found yourself on a soapbox.

Everyone can still throw tomatoes.

And I would rather 

eat mine

than waste it on you.


©️Mark W. ÓBrien 

20Mar2022

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