by John Smallshaw

Don't say, I'm nice,
I hate that sugary spice and stuff
I'm rough and ready and not too steady but
I have lots of time to alter this mood of mine.

I am the swine you cast your pearls before
I am not nice and furthermore...
...there is no furthermore
what you see is what you get and yet you always want to see
what I am not and will not be.

Not yet anyway.

She stops to say,
'you will be good'
and if I could
I would agree
but that's not me.

Not yet anyway.

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