I feel like eating my hat.
I don't know why.
I feel I have been had.
I
Have
Been
Had.
I'll ask myself again.
Do you know?
I shall be honest with you.
I think I may be
W
R
O
N
G.
I'll hazard a guess that these people are strange
At what cost but my own?
I am strange.
Today I feel I should eat my hat.
And do you know what?
I just
might.
(Copyright Poppy.H.Dyer 2011)
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