Carrying the criticism
Like a wet camel hair
Evident to all
Might as well have been bare
Words only meant
To point out a small flaw
Should have kept it to myself
Only my pride was my fall
Proving I was right
It was only I that cared
Now that I’m naked
It’s something we both share
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 
Oh Michael, if only we could learn ‘not’ to say something we’d all be better off.
Unfortunately, I can’t keep my mouth shut. The mistakes come tumbling out like the flood-waters from a burst dam. If only the witticisms and earth changing ideas flowed as freely. 🙂
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You and me both my friend. I lose some of my best ideas in my nods, or at least that’s what I tell myself. smiles…
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this was a bit twisted but isn’t life like that, sort of what goes around feeling…
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Yes it is. And karma is a b*tch. 😉
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beautifully written!
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