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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Open Gob - with foot attached
[time] => 2007-10-06 07:12:42
[hometext] => I've not posted for a long time, i hope i have grown a bit, looking forward to your comments xx
[bodytext] => The Open Gob- with foot attached Conversation, communication I’m so brilliant at getting it wrong Medals galore for the foot in mouth score Blunt, thoughtless, thoughtlessly, blunt Rules of combat evade me Etiquette not my subject to excel Immune to the PC spell Context more important than content Pull it apart as you will As your voice goes shrill An anti-hurt feeling pill Is what we need For these hearts that so easily bleed For negative context within the content we read Emotions the tool of PC In practise no part to play For theory insists Your emotions desist In case you tred on toes along the way A word is a word, not a sword Bandaging of wounds pretentiously An expression an opinion You don’t have to agree Defensive when taken personally Differences in expression in a democracy Receptive today, expressive and clear Tomorrow, impatient, the next day smiles and good cheer Saying things differently, I’m reading it differently to what I hear Off the cuff remark Was it delivered with a knife? Or a slice Of lemon With a cherry on top And a blob of cream – plop Foot in my gob Foot in my gob Seems like a job – I do it so well Do you hear what I hear? Is it pleading and fear? Is it coz you’ve had too much beer? Was it wrong? Your statement loud Lost amongst a jostling crowd Of thoughts of the unfairness of life Crosses you bear, your troubles and strife’s Your pain in the neck Expression to check For dislike is always un- PC For someone All a victim, all with a shot gun To hurt someone With a word Is a sin Turning you into your evil twin Heartless, thoughtless, let the hatred begin Why do you think I want to hurt you? Did my tone of voice portray? Something I don’t have the vocabulary to display Just a perspective thrown in the mix to explore Not chained to the conventions of the word whore Which becomes such a bore When you get your knickers in a twist Taken out of gist Sent back with a fist An opportunity missed Tactful? Not a chance Not when I can ***** it up with a short sighted glance Not what you wanted to hear Exposed a nerve, laughed at a wound Assumed or presumed something from which you cringe Pride singe Show’s a wart – unhinged Imperfections not a flaw I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours Politely avert my eyes As protocol requires If loss of dignity transpires Make it worth the price Not a bad idea to occasionally think twice Before opening that gob again XShmokinX [comments] => 1 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Shmokin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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