My Two Cents

by m.s.wardrip

A two-sided mirror,

Face reflected in the stream,

Dual tension pulling,

Both directions equally numb.

Build it up, Tear it down,

Let’s out a sigh,

Grumbles, laughs, moans.

Who stuck the stick in the mud?

What force stirred the quagmire?

It smells putrid,

Gags me to the core.

Pretentious? Sure,

Absolved? Hardly,

Pompous? You bet!

Historical? Hysterical, yes.

Won’t be held hostage,

Won’t stay for the abuse,

Big Brain steps out of the mud patch,

In Hot shoes with a shiny phone. Ha!