Willie is a worry-wart who
Whines and wiles away his day
Making matters miserable
in
Messy, muddled, mocking ways.
Carry on, you cranky critter,
Gripe and groan and bellyache
Until you make the masses
moan
Bleeding green for distant
shores.
Must you be so damned
contrary?
Moving in concentric
counter-clockwise
Circles, opposite of
Every other point of view.
Who made you the center of
The universe? The oracle?
The last, the first, the only
word
Authoring authority.
No one wants to hear your
humor.
No one dotes your droll
display.
If we’d only seen your smoke
We would have run the other
way.
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