.. the Next Conversation*
I do not want convers’n to torpedo
relat’n to the person or to veto
the next conversation I’ll have with ’em
or chances for formation of a prison
for parts of me that should not be let out
in fact I see my “needs” might free a lout
to try manipulation of folk ’round -
instead of conversation which I’ve found
to be a two-way street, where people meet
and learn to take their turns, while neither spearns
the other, nor their mother, (though in truth
she still might send a shudder .. & forsooth
she might be rather cagey, and asuage -y
to offspring of her womb to them en-tomb
’ny part of them, though God knows when it’s need
is obvious, and clearly now the deed
that should be done, though could not come to mind
for folk who’d learned (as butter’s churned) to find
their joy in what’s annoying those who’re blind,
or “diss’n” folk who’re missing undefined
and “hard to put to words” training as kids.
We have to train the turds, the billy-lids
that are ourselves, it’s hard but help is on
the way, & I can say I’d pay belong-
-ing as the only force, of course, that might,
not will, let people grow as plants to light,
to energy that can be used to fight
against the “death”, that don’t do breath - the blight!
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