Poem -

An Ass

An Ass

I feel
like
An
Ass
More
Times
Than
Not

I am
A
watch dog
It
Is
in
My
Nature

yet
After

Go
For
The
Throat
With
My
Ink


Can't 
Help
But
Want
To
Nurse
The
Intruder
Back
to
A
Place
Call
Redemption 

This
Is

Soft
spot
For
Me

Even
When
I know
The 
Sociopathic 
Cloak 
Is
Just
Grooming
Me

The thing
Is
Though
I will
Still
Bite
When
The
Anti social
Behavior
Reverts
Back
to
Its
True
Intent

Still
Analyzing 
why
I
Would
Succumb 
To
Such
A
Thing

Cobra Kai
Says
No
Mercy

My Ki
Says
Always
Give
Mercy

I guess
In
The end
A
Wounded
Dog
Needs
Mercy
By
Eliminating
It
From
My
Life......

 

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Being Me

First things first. An ass is a donkey...and I love donkeys. Just thought I needed to get that said.

Right, now back to your poem. You are like this Greg because you are a good person. You care. You are the sort of person that friends rely on. I am honoured to be able to call you my friend. Unfortunately, the broken can bite...and they bite the hand that feeds. And good people get hurt twice in one go...hurt because the bite is painful and hurt because all the stuff flying back in the face bruises like hell. When an ass gets injured it is inclined to kick, doesnt mean it's a bad ass ?  Love you, my friend x

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Yeah Tina I kick pretty hard with my ink lol. Thanks for reading

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author
A Lonely Journey

Hey Greg, 
Nice write, my friend. 
I don't understand this world, and why people are like they are. Doesn't it feel better to make incredibly nice people feel good about themselves, rather than lie, and play on their sympathies, and hurt them? I'm so disillusioned by so many people in this world. Sometimes it's hard to believe. 
There are some good ones, though, like yourself, and some of the wonderful people who have commented above. I just wish more people could be like that. Mad world, I suppose. 
Great write, though, donkeys don't need to be called out, but asses do. 

Thanks, 
Matthew. 

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Thank you Matt.  Read " ironing clothes" you will get a real kick out of that one

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