Violence and vengeance, rage hate and pain, have become my litany again.
Suffering and loving are never far apart, a woman today took away my heart.
By random chat a poetess arrived to help me while away my time by trading rhyme.
For posting her verse, she had a single fear, someone stealing it, I said, Oh dear.
From the moment you write it, the copyright's intact, that my dear is a solemn fact.
She took my ear, then bent it clear to here. Told me off for calling her dear. "If I ask for special treatment, then you can give it to me. Until then, don't feel the need to talk down to me. I'm a smart girl"
It spun me in a whirl.
Why be honest and why be frank when common courtesy draws a blank or worse a comment that's rank?
Common courtesy is a dime store fantasy, a thing you shake out when you cannot do without
I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret what I say.