can you hear them
people talking about me
behind the shed
vociferous in shadows
sotto voce in judgmental tones
whilst I am sharpening my pencil
to a fare-thee-well
to write the daily poem
one of the blunter ones for the nones
one of the ones addressed to one or more
illiterate guys
such as congregate in or around one's head
if they will talk about me, well
that's no surprise
but the moment i hear some falsehood
i drive this pencil
short, by now, but infinitely
sharp, no. 2, Ticonderoga
Black Warrior
straight into their eyes
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