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Patient Struggle

I’m kind and mild mannered;
Why, some have called me “sweet”;
I’m patient with obnoxious men
I all too often meet

Who seek for restitution
For what is not their due;
They’ll smear your name, they’ll tell their friends,
And claim they’re going to sue.

It’s fun at times, with skill and tact,
To cool the hot-head down;
With listening ear and earnest words
To turn his heart around.

Still I’ll admit, (now keep this low),
How often I have wished
To feel that cartilage crumble flat,
His nose beneath my fist.

But one in my position
Has so much now to lose,
Were I to drop my self-control
And nature’s instinct choose.

Today I force the smile;
Tomorrow, what the heck;
I’ll throw all prudence to the wind
And wring that bastard’s neck!

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.



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