Sometimes we do earnestly cry out

For others to take notice and shout

Back understanding of what we're about

So we can see eye-to-eye and not pout



So we plead and beg others to come around

And enjoy our company, but not feel bound

Up by bad interpretations of good etiquette

Which affects so many, they need a tourniquet



To stop the hot blood flowing out so easily

Followed up by a fan blowing so very breezily

Across their faces to revitalize their minds

So they can open themselves up to better kinds ...



- Tristram