No Need to Name Him

The man's an oaf. He staggers here and there. His brain
Is small and porous. He knows almost nothing and he sees
No reason he should learn. We ought to move our fragile
Things and watch him crash into the rest. Eventually, he'll
Hurt himself. Then we can point and laugh.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-02-11 at 13:42

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Um.....let me guess?
2025-02-13


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
You have a fine way with words.
Blessings, Allen
2025-02-11


Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
Be brave, lead by example!
2025-02-11