Monday, February 18, 2013


An errant twitch could mean I erred
Or not
You interrupt your charge to turn, and curse
Did I mess up…
Or did you tweak your back?
Once wrong, twice wrong
Damn autocorrect
You knew I’d go too far
The other way
The third time ‘round
I don’t give you lip
But my mute outrage
Reeks of skepticism
‘til you penetrate my guard and
Prove your point
This is my revenge:
My sincere look of utter disbelief when
Something that we practice
And scores the touch

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