by Glen Martin Fitch
Wooo! what a hateful,
hurtful thing to say.
Most people try
to hide their ignorance.
It's harder then
to take a counter-stance.
At this
I will not blindly walk away.
We will our wants
and push to make that change,
to have things new or
just the way they were.
You crave reaction
from a rough exchange,
but did you think
I'd thank you for that slur?
Just so the noir anti-hero
smacked his femme fatale
as if for her own good.
Who listens, changes
when they feel attacked?
I lean but never lash
although I could.
I'm tempted
just to volley back
your crap,
but no one,
no way,
ever needs a slap.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011