Flim-Flam Ma’am

True apologies don’t need qualifiers;
No mitigating fault with modifiers.

One can’t be contrite when deploying backhand.
I imagine each unmeant word tastes like sand.

Gratitude’s not genuine when half’s complaints.
Appreciation & grievance mixed will taint…

The entire point of an effort to make right.
It spoils all chance of empathy for your plight.

So, go ahead & pout, kick rocks & hit bricks.
Blinders are falling & more see these cheap tricks.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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