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How Come, I Am a Dirt Or a Shock Absorber
HOW COME, I AM A DIRT OR
A SHOCK ABSORBER!
Never mind the insult
That, for sure I am not
Though in bad light
I’m likened to a dirt
In a kitchen sink or toilet bath
Strained as it clogs the way adrift.
But unlike in a baseball game
Instead an opponent catches a ball from strike
The runner miss the 1st base
As the referee would consider a lost time
Competition turned over and done
No more to live by and compete.
But to me its not fair and just
As it is a bewilderment
Thereby….cannot accept
As the sly is without reason taints
To down grade to the most in a street
That the slight is never than a fist fight
- below the belt.
Good when I am anatomized
Like a kidney in the body -make
A purifier in the system to filter waste
So as the blood line clear and cleanse
Leave you a day in good mode out of trouble
As that, a shock absorber , I could
possibly be!
Copyright ©
William Labtis
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