Poem -

DICK FREE

DICK FREE

I am on
A pilgrimage
Of not
Being a dick

My wife, kids,
Mother and siblings
Though
Remind
Me
With love
That
I have not
Gotten
To this
Promise land
Yet

They say
I act
As though
I know
Everything
While
I interpret
This
Perception
To the fact
That
They first
Knew
Me
When
I understood
Nothing

Completely
Oblivious
To
The
World
Around
Me

Now that
I have
Knowledge
And
Experience
My egotistical
Personality
Wants
The world
To feel it

Being a dick
is like
Having
A civil war
Inside
Of me
Where
The innocent ignorant
Child
Engages battle
With the intellectual
Scholar
I have
Become

As i progress
Through this
Journey
To
Enlightenment

It is my hope
That my love
Ones
Will embrace
The kind child
Still
Within
Me
While
Accepting
The determined
Warrior
I am

In the end
I am beginning
To comprehend
That confidence
And being
A DICK
Should not
Necessarily
Go hand in hand
For when
You have
Truly achieved
Confidence
It is not
Necessary
To show
The
Cards
You
Hold......

 

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Marion

Ha...love the honesty and how you 'take the piss' out of yourself in this Greg ?

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author
Being Me

This actually made me smile...there's humour in this...a lot of it. Well, it made me smile anyway. There's times when we are all dicks...it goes with the territory of being human ?  x

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