over the fence
my neighbor asks me:
Where are you from?
*My passport says
I’m Citizen,*
I reply
*It also records where I was born
but really, I’m from deep inside*
Neighbor does not chat to me anymore
and seeing me on our walks
Neighbor nods warily
and crosses over to the other side
Could you be polite to people?
my wife admonishes me daily
But I’m puzzled
*Why don’t people want to know the truth?
I am, after all, from deep within
Aren't we all?*
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
over the fence
my neighbor asks me:
Where are you from?
*My passport says
I’m Citizen,*
I reply
*It also records where I was born
but really, I’m from deep inside*
Neighbor does not chat to me anymore
and seeing me on our walks
Neighbor nods warily
and crosses over to the other side
Could you be polite to people?
my wife admonishes me daily
But I’m puzzled
*Why don’t people want to know the truth?
I am, after all, from deep within
Aren't we all?*
...so, dear reader, where are you from?
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