Changing the Mind's Diaper
She told me I was “full of it”
As she walked away.
I muttered
“What?”
Then sat
in lightly drizzling
sun
repeating
“damn!”
“what have I done?”
The curbstone bruised
my pouting cheeks
stray dogs gazed sadly
at my plight
and then - dear god!
an awful thought
“what if – oh no”
“could she be right”!?
I slowly loosed
the sticky things
holding the package
without pins
to gaze upon
the fetid mass
of twisted logic’s
compost bins.
She claimed a simple
turnabout
as what goes in
must come out.
Alas, at times,
we must admit
all of us
are full of “it”.
John G. Lawless
©4/16/2018
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