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Dirty Compromise

Between sips of Oolong you tell me the truth lies somewhere between the extremes,

But that’s a load of crap.

The mean is the refuge of cowards.

I see your point but..”

I say between bites of dim sum,

Civil discourse leads nowhere but to mutual masturbation, smiles and nods,

but no satisfaction,

no truth,

I should stab you in the eye with my chopsticks,

but instead I reach for a fortune cookie,

and snag the check

insisting “Oh no I’ve got it,”

It’s a dirty compromise.

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Categories: Poetry
  1. charcoalgypsy
    May 2, 2010 at 8:18 am

    Nice. I like this a lot. You’ve really captured a moment here, quite vividly. I’m glad you’re going to write a poem a day for a year. I can’t wait to see what you come up with next.

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