Four Lines
Sometimes I kneel in compromise inclined to recline with my fate but other times I just can’t wait to turn my life counterclockwise. Lynne
Sometimes I kneel in compromise inclined to recline with my fate but other times I just can’t wait to turn my life counterclockwise. Lynne
When jabbed by dark cold hell I feel my heart dance wild jigs with my gut and I work to stay upright but sometimes I compromise and kneel. Lynne
The prod that makes all things move well is sharp and dull and hard and soft which are too different you scoff but being jabbed feels like cold hell. Lynne
Like to like is worth naught to prove for we all know that different is more than an accomplishment it’s the prod that makes all things move. Lynne
If all of us thought as we ought would we be likely to settle each opinion regimental or prove like to like is worth naught. Lynne
Those who never learned but were taught have only thoughts themselves to blame or such the self-help books do claim but none of us think as we ought. Lynne
A swift hard kick I should have earned when I hurled bigger words at them but it’s so much fun to condemn those who were taught but never learned. Lynne
I opened my mouth far too quick let thoughts escape thick and plenty none of them worth a thin penny yet I still earned a swift hard kick. Lynne
To stop the tics throw out the disc for its rhetoric is tired news a repeat of archaic views to be trashed with a firm brisk whisk. Lynne
If in a groove a needle sticks and nothing we do makes it move someone certainly must remove the broken disc to stop the tics. Lynne
