I can only brood

at my ineptitude

words just shy of crude.


I know I am viewed a

buck short of shrewd.

As the words that I’ve spewed

put us all in bad moods.

I have somehow accrued

the right to deluge you

with verbal dog food.


Please don’t let me intrude.

I promise not to be lewd,

to save being booed

or even worse skewed.


Since this city’s subdued

I might be wooed as unscrewed,

given some latitude.


Before being barbecued,

I have certitude

the multitudes

wish me my solitude,

so I bid you adieu.




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