A piece of poetry I wrote due to a misunderstanding with a friend.
Sometimes history is an explanation of the present... but still not an excuse.
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Punished
nose.
nearly to the wall.
not too close.
the nose is naturally oily.
it leaves a stain and you will be punished.
severely.
but
small boys can't stand in one place
small boys do foolish things
small boys get tired of standing
small boys get set up to be punished
because its their nature
so
I never learned
I always left a spot even if it wasn't there
I always did things
which made me wrong
because its my nature
yet
I've tried so hard and failed again
I left a spot no one can see
Except in a hurt perceived or believed
A spot in a corner I did not wish to leave
but a spot is a spot
therefore
punishment is at hand
it doesn't feel any different now
than it did those dim long years ago
I've never pleased those I have loved - never.
So the spot won't go no matter how hard I try
still
this is neither unexpected
nor is it undeserved
so now I take the lashes with salt water
and scream in pain to an unlistening wind
for my shame and sorrow...
nor
Can I permit myself to look
In anyone's eyes for my shame
and so I disappear as friend now unmade
and hope that punishment will suffice to them
and their joy wipe away the spot
now
alone and ever again the fool
leaving marks where he has no business
feeling inappropriate as ever
as stupid as ever
as sad and hurt as ever
so
one last piece of wisdom:
shoot poets at 50 paces
shoot lyricists at 100 paces
get assassins to take care of wise men
but forgive me for the spots I make.
