Most manners false & hid behind.
Foul mouths welcome; paired with hearts kind.
Rough around edges & salty.
Glad hand abilities faulty.
Rather entertain soup slurpers.
Than, smarmy genteel usurpers.
Come on thru with your messy hearts.
Composure’s the mask of upstarts.
Your Sunday best & workhorse clothes…
For all of these, the doors shan’t close.
Who’d deserve rough yanks on bridles…
Inexplicably entitled.
Cold withholds & bullies can’t deal…
Being unwelcome; cuz they’re not real.
L.B.Stowe 