Poem: “Convention Dictates”, notebooks, Jim Stallings

Convention dictates

He began…

And then lost his way.

Reprehensible, his buddy said,

Have you no respect?

Given the sacrifices

You’re an ungrateful

Despicable aspersion—

All good words.

The blinking customer said,

So don’t push me.

Reporting you as you are

Will bring repercussions

That may scar eardrums.

You don’t listen, do you?

The damage is already done.


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