What Kind Of Life Is Living You?A Poem by Eric WeickYou look like a clean cut version, of every woman in this town. You’ve got the same individual opinions, as everyone else around. And well you got, the same haircut, that she do. Dear Friend, let me serve it to you bluntly you are being fake, why kind of life, is living you? They see him driving, that new automobile, don’t know that it was given to me. Think because I live in this town, I’m squandering some sense of, royal opportunity. Got no physical scars, doesn't mean he hasn’t been stabbed, a time or two. I might make up excuses, but then I gotta ask, what kind of life is living you? Good and bad, surly I’ve been weak, I’ve been afraid I guess if I want to be a good man, Im going to have to piss someone off, day after day. I’ve held this smile for years now darling, so ill smile for you? What more can I say? Difference between a nice guy and a good man, is that only one, is judging, the others way. -By Eric Weick © 2014 Eric WeickFeatured Review
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