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Man of Few Words
Often, I've been mistaken for a man of few words, A tight-lipped stoic given to listening intently, Not shooting from the hip, With knee-jerk judgments better left lodged up my butt, Hot-air observations guaranteed to blow up in my face — A level-headed guy open to learning from opinions Emanating outside the ghetto of my expert ignorance.
Ah, but how I've got them all fooled! Just because I'm reluctant to talk, speak, Engage with others, in egotistic conversations, In no way denies my need to get the last word in, edgewise. Indeed, it belies my obsessive-compulsive rage For garrulity, verbosity, prolixity, of the most heinous kind — Crimes I commit by composing poems daily, hourly,
Sending them over the Internet, hacking into every site, Imposing them, under myriad pseudonyms I assume, To avoid being mired in anonymity's doldrums, While eluding those I've got fooled. If only they knew that the "man of few words" Is the same one who pollutes the Web, with verse, They'd castrate my mind's tongue.
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