There’s this clique
And this stick
Drug across its chain link fence
It was quick
This stick
Up against that strong defense
And with it’s noise
It was clearly the choice
That this stick had caused offense
So ignored
And deplored
Now the stick must get thee hence
Sadly it goes
But this it knows
It leaves with no pretense
An open gate
Would be great
It is only common sense
If you can’t share
Cause they don’t care
Then its way too freaking tense
Fertile ground
Can always be found
Where there’s not so much suspense
A clique
Like a fence
Is just another closed mind
By Stephen P Kuper
12/29/2013