Gall

At one time I responded freely,
To requests and invitations.
And sometimes gave unsolicited opinions.
I did this until a respect was lost.
With demands that I react...
To feed an expectation,
At the expense of my cost!

Who are these folks?
Who believe they can demand,
From one their time.
And showing no regard for them at all.
Who are these folks...
With this kind of gall?
I choose not to be around those who stink,
With conceit like that!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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