Temper, Temper!

Long enough to tell the time,
Seeing truth behind the mind.
Complain here of everything
Something smells in what you sing.

Criticize the status quo,
Doing things in rhyme to show.
Finding you in a stones throw.
I see a solution you don’t know.

Only if, and when will be,
I want, I want! Come with me.
I will display another chime
So you can throw away the rind.

Tempers simmer to a boil,
Patience running out so fast.
Tired of the same old toil.
Remember that the first are last.

Do you hear the echo still?
It shakes the ground and reeks until
Something else takes its place.
You will come to find a place.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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