I Beg Not Your Pardon.

I beg your pardon?
repeat it please,
you dare to question,
the validity?
you must be stupid,
or just taught poorly,
to try to overstep,
such a boundary,
the one in question,
making moves at me,
is not some stranger,
made known to me recently,
there is already a bridge,
built between solidly,
with plenty of water,
that flows underneath,
not that it matters,
what you want to believe,
the judgments you’ve made,
are your own to perceive,
but you’d be looked at,
much more respectably,
if you’d recognize,
when you know nothing,
and restrained yourself,
from contributing,
to any conversation,
that includes him and me,
did I forget to mention?
we plan to up and leave,
all the noise behind us,
and be content to do our thing,
I’m sorry – come again?
you must have mistaken me,
I’m not any other than,
the future Mrs. Liberty.

9 thoughts on “I Beg Not Your Pardon.

  1. neighsayer says:

    maybe things aren’t right, and maybe I’m not right, but damnit, there is a right, and this ain’t it. I’ll know it when I see it.

    (actually, in my life, with my concerns, when I see it isn’t really it, I won’t really know ’til much later, and then, even, maybe not . . . but there is a right, damnit.)


    (I’m a little drunk . . . .)

  2. Simon says:

    Damn right you are girl!!! 😝😝😝😝❤💋