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The Open Gob - with foot attached
Contributed by
Shmokin
on
Saturday, 6th October 2007 @ 07:12:42 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The Open Gob- with foot attached
Conversation, communication
I’m so brilliant at getting it wrong
Medals galore for the foot in mouth score
Blunt, thoughtless, thoughtlessly, blunt
Rules of combat evade me
Etiquette not my subject to excel
Immune to the PC spell
Context more important than content
Pull it apart as you will
As your voice goes shrill
An anti-hurt feeling pill
Is what we need
For these hearts that so easily bleed
For negative context within the content we read
Emotions the tool of PC
In practise no part to play
For theory insists
Your emotions desist
In case you tred on toes along the way
A word is a word, not a sword
Bandaging of wounds pretentiously
An expression an opinion
You don’t have to agree
Defensive when taken personally
Differences in expression in a democracy
Receptive today, expressive and clear
Tomorrow, impatient, the next day smiles and good cheer
Saying things differently, I’m reading it differently to what I hear
Off the cuff remark
Was it delivered with a knife?
Or a slice
Of lemon
With a cherry on top
And a blob of cream – plop
Foot in my gob
Foot in my gob
Seems like a job – I do it so well
Do you hear what I hear?
Is it pleading and fear?
Is it coz you’ve had too much beer?
Was it wrong? Your statement loud
Lost amongst a jostling crowd
Of thoughts of the unfairness of life
Crosses you bear, your troubles and strife’s
Your pain in the neck
Expression to check
For dislike is always un- PC
For someone
All a victim, all with a shot gun
To hurt someone
With a word
Is a sin
Turning you into your evil twin
Heartless, thoughtless, let the hatred begin
Why do you think I want to hurt you?
Did my tone of voice portray?
Something I don’t have the vocabulary to display
Just a perspective thrown in the mix to explore
Not chained to the conventions of the word whore
Which becomes such a bore
When you get your knickers in a twist
Taken out of gist
Sent back with a fist
An opportunity missed
Tactful? Not a chance
Not when I can ***** it up with a short sighted glance
Not what you wanted to hear
Exposed a nerve, laughed at a wound
Assumed or presumed something from which you cringe
Pride singe
Show’s a wart – unhinged
Imperfections not a flaw
I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours
Politely avert my eyes
As protocol requires
If loss of dignity transpires
Make it worth the price
Not a bad idea to occasionally think twice
Before opening that gob again
XShmokinX
Copyright ©
Shmokin
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2007-10-06 07:12:42]
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Re: The Open Gob - with foot attached
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 6th October 2007 @ 10:11:21 PM AEST
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" An anti-hurt feeling pill Is what we need"
boy have you got that right, awesome line.
lovely writting, meaningful and deep.
Ben
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