Oddfellow, Don’t Bellow!
Oft to engage owns only rage on one man’s stage.
My colleague Oliver’s a boor,
An outright scoundrel, to be sure.
On every topic he takes charge,
In others’ business, quick to barge.
Opinions spouting at full yell,
Although the facts, he knows not well.
I’d like to toast him with a flute
Upon his brow, so resolute.
Why others follow, I’m confused.
Their egos may be over-bruised.
Perhaps their shells are too far cracked
To recognize his riot act.
So going forward, prudence calls.
I step away along the halls.
‘Tis not my job to set him right.
I hold my ears and own insight.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.
This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
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