Super Silly Us
I stand accused of a deep-rooted narrowness,
a blatant superciliousness.
I admit I can be quite silly at times
but nothing that could be contrived as “super silly”.
I view the “world” with a jaundiced eye
as it is filtered through my experiences,
scraped of its barnacles by my dreams,
polished on my outlandish hopes.
All that I know, all that I do
is tinted, not tainted,
by who I was.
It has been refined
by who I am.
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