That Which Has Come To Sit Too Long

Uptight with an appetite,
To rid it from sight.
With a wish to split,
And done quick...
From all illegitimate conflicts.

And uptight with an appetite,
To rid it from sight.
That which has come to sit too long.
To do a doing one knows is wrong,
But done to do by few who choose.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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