I will not beg your pardon
I believe in
weeding the garden
Weeds grow
it's best to mow
the heck with the show
Those weeds have
got to go
Phony friends and all
even the other clowns
that come to call

On AD it's easy
phonies won't review
then when they do
They try to hurt your feelings
instead of constructive dealings
Those that never come around
good riddance
glad you left town

In my personal environment
I have a Holy requirement
and it is true love
no phony push and shove
No hiding behind rocks
throwing stones in flocks

Onepoet
notice the one
it'll be here
even when there's none
Be right here and
I might decide to run
I don't mind running
because the bullchit is stunning
I've stood my ground
for years I've been around

I'll run to something bigger
no need to figure
Versing is small potatoes
so go ahead and
throw your tomatoes

OnepoetGem