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Randomised Generic Sincerity

written by: Steve Pearson



"Thank you," said the man, and
"You have a real nice day."
How kind that he should care for me
In his little, special way.
It could so easily sound so throw away,
Maybe even a little trite
So easily it could make you feel you
Could thump the little shite.
I prefer to think he wanted me,
To have a day enjoyed
No Freud or Jung or others (unsung)
Just day, of shit devoid.

Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
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