adressing me for what I am
between a whisper and a hum,
the sly dog strikes once again.
What is it that he so wants
talking about being jealous
in all these little sounds
I must confess are marvellous?
May be giving his best
and showing his colors
as though life was a test
to which he works and bothers.
May be just a proud statement
or the intention to win
back what he feels latent
because of a bottle of gin.
26/01/2018
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