An Acquired Taste
As he spoke of life he bristled
A soft rustiness in his voice
Calling you to listen
While challenging you not to
Those who listened seemed pleased
Those who didn’t seemed confused
Both unable to turn away
Captured by the cadence of the moment
Some thought about what he said
Some called him a fool
Yet, all continued to listen
To the sonorous tone of his voice
Some would return
Some would not
It mattered not to him
For he knows
He is an acquired taste
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