Deserving Few

Deserving Few

A Poem by Will

You might call me paranoid,
but I think there's a conspiracy.
By neither bureaucrats nor governments
but by "friends," against little ol' me.

I think they're out to get me,
looking for pet peeves.
Find out what disgusts me,
just to give me the skeeves.

Can't we all just get along?
No? Apparently not!
Fine then, be a nasty prick,
a liar and a sot.

I've given up on being nice,
at least to the lot of you.
I'll save my friendship and my peace
for a certain deserving few.

© 2013 Will


Author's Note

Will
For the record, nearly the entirety of the WC is part of the deserving few (apparently not so few, eh?), so no one get their knickers in a bunch ;)

Feedback appreciated as always, I'm looking to edit this one for the sake of rhythm and readability.

sot: Middle English for a drunkard or one who is stupefied (as if intoxicated); a fool

Thank you

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I read one of your reviews and was impressed enough to visit your profile. To discover your age was a shock because there's a maturity in your thoughts and writings far beyond your years. I enjoy reading you and will do more.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much. Your kind words are greatly appreciated, and I look forward to exchanging revie.. read more
The flow of this piece works pretty much as is, Will. And you certainly got your message across... :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

Oh alright.... I kept reading it to myself and it just didnt sound as crisp as some other works. Tha.. read more
You know you're paranoid when you think they're talking about you on the Spanish channel

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

LOL. That made me laugh, Mark. Thanks for reading.

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Added on September 1, 2013
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Tags: friends, trust, lies, deceit, conspiracy, anger, confusion

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Will

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