Wednesday, May 8, 2019

And Just Who Do You Think You Are, Smart Boy? - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

And What Monolith Might That Be?

There is no monolith I push against
If it is there I simply walk around it
Insolently, usually, hands in pockets
Pretending that the monolith is not

I have been cautioned about my attitude
And then I taped those cautions to the stone
Or made them into verse to be resented:
And just who do you think you are, smart boy?

And to tell you the truth I’m not quite sure
If I ever find out, I’ll let me know

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