Man of the People
Is that a glance I see?
I shall correct my behavior
Although I am uncertain what
Wrong I’m doing.
Perhaps, they are so unlike me
And seethe with hostility
Underneath for some thing or other wise
That is extraordinarily normal.
I shall seek my nest
And find recluse from them vultures
With their smiling teeth,
Chatty tongues, and
Dead eyes.
They cannot convince me otherwise
Lest they speak to me, honestly,
As they often or rarely do,
Telling me that I am okay
To come out today
For a talk or two.
