Horizon - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Horizon

He sits down and
Immediately opens his
Huge mouth and says
Something ridiculously
Offensive about someone
He’s never met or
Something he knows
Absolutely nothing about,
A smug smile covering
His ordinary face,
Not an ounce of insight
Clouds his horizon.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer