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The semi-amassed are half-assed
They can only walk half-fast
You believe they pass you by
But their strides are not that high
***
Much amiss is aimless
And no one's name is stainless
Them, who catch you at your worst
You'll have to deal with first
***
But fret not those who feel, to advance
Need only look at you askance
When, what you see, you know is true
Ask self-righteously, "Just who the fuck are you?"
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Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (3)
And no one's name is stainless. That is absolutely true! Loved your poem!
I think the last line and the image compliment and express each other perfectly!
Not usually one to drop bombs, but the last line is the bookend for the title.