<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498132" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yours Is Too Crude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i felt the surface<br>yours is crude, too superficial</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but i do not mind<br>i keep touching it and slide</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my hands around<br>the edges of your thing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then i reflect upon<br>what i have been doing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes, yours is more like mine<br>crude, superficial</div><div style="margin:10px 0">straightforward, and<br>flowing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">soft like sky blue linens<br>and cheap for the mindless public</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but we continue doing it<br>day by day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">truly, sincerely, and<br>therapeutically</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what we do <br>does not kill us anyway</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in any way<br>we have found expression</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in words<br>and pity (and love perhaps?) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">yet look at us <br>we do not appear as beggars</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wearing dark glasses<br>and holding a tin can on our hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are here<br>to speak but i guess</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we never beg<br>for ears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we have legs to stand<br>throughout this agony</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then the children <br>come around us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wondering if we are humans<br>confused if they too shall be like us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everyday we keep repeating<br>what we are</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then the world knows<br>but keeps on spinning</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the morning light still lands<br>on the lines of our open palms</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498132" data-title="Yours Is Too Crude de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i felt the surface yours is crude, too superficial but i do not mind i keep touching it and slide my hands around the edges of your thing and then i reflect upon what i have been doing yes, yours is more like mine crude, superficial straightf..."></div> </div> </div>

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