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What may suit them 
Be right up there street 
Or floats one's boat

Bearing in mind poetry is
more a form of art than an 
exact science 

This may in fact explain or
be the reason 

Why the majority of the time
i get hardly and reads and
no comments

On the poem's i liked and thought
may have recieved or deserved
some

And am then surprised by the 
one's

That are well recieved in terms
of comments and reads 

Maybe it's simply because

To some i come from the 
wrong side of the track's
or street

Never got to captain that ship
and make other's sea sick

And my chosen suit is hearts
not clubs and i am excluded
membership from

Or suit is cut from a different 
cloth and is irregular not regular 
the one size that doesn't fit all

But hey if nothing else the
one common thread that bond's
us all together and we can 
surely agree on is this

Who doesn't love to be paid
a compliment and then have
to feign being bashful

Or is it only just me 

Who suffers from an ego
that needs periodically 
massaging

And feel the inherent need
to equate and place my value

And worth in the way i am 
viewed by other's

Rather than the same way
and light i view them

Then may i respectfully suggest

The problem lies with i not
them

And why acceptance does not
abide to i

As Captain of a sinking ship
and from the wrong side of
tracks and street will always
be my fixed abode and suit
everyone else but me

Until one day i go all in with
a running flush suit of heart's
firmly entrenched in my hand 
have i and can afford to buy
a bespoken suit tailor made
just for

Without that sinking in the 
pit of my stomach making
me nauseated

On such day as dawn arises
and i awaken without that
sinking feeling in the pit
of my stomach nauseous
like feeling sea sick

Who would rather view life
through the lens of a 
torturous artist dedicated
to poetic form and verse

Rather than have to cut off
my own ear in orded to be heard

So i could no longer listen
to and stop what my heart 
and inner voice was telling
me to write instead

Certainly not an exact science

More a form of art not to
be taken literally but
subjectively

And why some people may 
get it and appreciate it 
while other's don't

And that is solely up to the
audience to judge and
for the creater to take on
board

If they do not take offense
and are willing and humble
enough to listen and take
on board constructive
criticism 

And to do a complete rewite
until it doesn't resemble the
original draft in any way at all
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