Beautiful Uppercut – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Uppercut – Word of the Day



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,
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,
that’s when I bought him a beer.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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