you're the kind of person who trusts everyone
until they stab you in the back repeatedly
with knives like the fangs of a rabid, wild dog
I'm the kind of person who distrusts everyone
until they can prove their worth to me;
we live in a world of shit, you see, and life is plodding
through it
to get to the other side.
why did the chicken cross the road?
i don't know, sir, i'm not a chicken
trust, distrust
optimist, pessimist
guess it all depends on your
experience.
but really, in the end
who's the fool
me or you?
i don't know, i don't know
but i prefer to do things my way.
why did the chicken cross the highway?
Please tell me what you think
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I can relate to this. I would be described as the first person about a year ago, but I more relate to the second now. I like the twist at the end where you change the chicken crossing the road to crossing the highway. Great write =)
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thanks very much for the comment! i'm glad, too, to see that you could relate to the characters in the poem. that's always a sign that i've done something right
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