5/24/12

I’ve been there.

I’ve done that.

I’ve seen it

And, quite frankly,

I’ve shown that.

Disconnected from the crowd

I sit back to analyze.

Approached by few who want to chat and rationalize,

The mistakes they’ve made,

Whether many or few.

They mistake me for a priest,

Which, to the heart,

I am not.

I don’t push them away, I just sit and listen.

What an alluring ability,

To sift lie from truth.

I smile, nod my head and just laugh my ass off.

Together, we shoot the shit into the night.

Lies to the unbelieving and a story for another time.

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