Laughing Near Me

I am my own best friend, which is to say
I rarely cut myself a bit of slack
If I suspect I’m dogging it one day;
I’m always there to get me back on track.
No, that’s not strictly true. I’ll sometimes bail
When I’m at pains to make pristinely clear
That I’m past caring whether pass or fail
(Or incomplete) is what I’m earning here.
On such occasions, though I’m oft annoyed,
I’ll step aside and watch my train collide
With what I’m trying hard not to avoid,
And then return to clean up by my side.
I am my own best friend because I’ve learned
Sometimes it’s best to let a friend get burned.

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About Michael

Silliness is good
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