*Illustration reference: Juergen Held
Metallic like a penny sucked
Blood drawn from a rose you’ve plucked
Avoid the thorns, your mind did say
So careless in that vexing way
You plunge right in all heed be damned
Respond you do, “it’s who I am”
Eccentric with a dash of keen
You do and say just what you mean
Even should a nerve you prickle
Enjoy you do to tease the fickle
I would not say it’s that endearing
For some, contempt comes off as sneering
But still I’d rather one be frank
With moral compass we can thank
Preventing one from patronizing
Or preening and self-aggrandizing
Like honey dripped into one’s ear
Told only what you want to hear
Tis folly of pernicious kind
It tricks and addles trusting mind
So I shall aim to be like you
To travel with a flock of few
And plot my course with less regard
For pleasing, as I move toward
A crown of roses lit with stars
A worthy prize for all those scars!
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