Beautiful Uppercut – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Uppercut – Word of the Day

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Beautiful Uppercut

Some things just aren’t right,
we were talking about slogans,
we were talking about plight,
but we were polarity,
binary to a tee,
I could see his humanity,
I could beg to differ,
on this pleasant cliff of pontification,
suffered tolerably over a beer.
But when he blamed the victims,
well,
that’s when I hit him,
and my words curled in a beautiful uppercut,
that knocked the wind out of his
sails of ignorance.
Some things just aren’t right,
and the violence of ignorance,
is intolerable,
and, when he confessed,
well,
that’s when I bought him a beer.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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