Sometimes you don’t write but read
and talk especially with friends
but occasionally with others
to see the sharpness of speech
flung at high speed to hit hard
the fatty wattled throats of the
overly stuffed and effete.

The morning after you arise
feeling a strange hangover
look in the mirror and touch
your now tender throat then
clear the day to write to better
become the mensch you are.

 

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