The Stick
I’m a cold and heartless prick
According to those with a pointed stick
They poke and prod and wonder why
I act like that then try to hide
I am truly sweet and nice
Some times that is my vice
For I will not reach for their stick
or knock it away with a gentle flick
That would only hurt their feelings
And I hate to see others reeling
Copyright © Adam Hapworth | Year Posted 2013
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