Saunter and idle banter
Chatter about non-matters
Substance oozed out long before
Your dog days of yore
A deep hardy hearty laugh
So muddy one needs a bath
Your burrowed pensive looks
Are all for your callously baited hooks
I am not your marionette
I don’t bow to your trumpeted clarinet
Why must the painted, vaulted righteous
Be so grandly vacuous
Saunter and swat yourself away
Your chatter no longer matters
Many are now bored
By the false charm you pour
I bathe in clarity
Seeking due parity
The hooks don’t sear into my soul
I am free to rock and bowl
Inspired by the daily prompt
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Categories: mental health, poetry, Psychology, women, work, workplace
psychologistmimi 
Lyrical…I enjoyed it…pondering 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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Wonderful poem so cleverly worded.
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Aww, thank you so much!
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My pleasure 🙂
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Lots to chew from a short snack of words. Thanks.
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Lol. Love your colorful comment! Thank you 🙂
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Nice integration of a favourite passed-time and the progression of thought maturation Mimi. Well written and clever too. B
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Thanks! So nice of you to say. Hope your day has been great one!
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