I admit it. Sometimes I joke about lesser folk,
about how I am grateful to them
for making me look better than I am.
We called them shit screens,
or wedges that raised everyone else up
the totem as they forced their way into
the bottom of the pile. Isn’t that awful?
I don’t know by what standard I should be judged,
nor how I should think about myself.
I just want hot coffee on cold mornings
and time to think about a full life,
or to worry about people I love,
for no specific reason except I care.
To all those whose tarnished image I have improved
when I wedged my own way down,
or screened out the shit storm on my own,
or played the bug on your windshield,
you’re most welcome,
from the bottom of my sniffy faults.
Look both ways and reflect on things like envy and greed.
Mind the gaps as dysfunction becomes the new normal.
Our Literary Journey 
Arrogant, maybe. But how human… and thought-provoking!
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Me? Arrogant?
I am a mere humble poet hiding in a small room scribbling notes. 🙂 Thanks, Dale (and good morning).
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I was just repeating YOUR word…
Good morning to you, humble poet, hiding… 🙂
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Thanks. Hope you have a marvelous Thursday.
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It is my last day of work until the 5th of January so… it will be 😉 I might even make an attempt at doing some work!
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🙂
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I like this flawed, arrogant and totally relatable narrator. So spot-on
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I like that you see it that way. 🙂
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