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Poetry By: dibbledabble

The battle for me continues, Mr dibble says his piece, but is Mr Dabble taking heed?

Submitted:Dec 4, 2011    Reads: 20    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   

Hey Mr Dabble what do you think others see

You do pretty well in hiding me

Standing out there in your Italian suit

Shinny shoes and clean shaven to boot

All your words weighted for effect

Your only interest to self-protect


Yeah, sure they say this guy knows his stuff

If it was down to me you'd be in the buff

Would they listen to you then?

With me free from my pen.

You're not all that bullet proof

See, I've known you through youth.


Mr Cast Iron man

So damn sure of your plan.

Been looking the wrong way

So afraid of what people say

It's from within the corrosion

It is I that's your erosion


There is nothing you can do

I'm coming on through.

Fear not Mr Dabble

No need to babble

This is not your demise

Just opening your eyes


With me by your side

A higher plane we can ride

With our heart in our hand

Together we will stand

Mr Dabble, Mr Dibble

We meet in the middle


A man more complete

We will share the same seat.

More compassionate and wise

No need for alibies

A new day has begun

Us, a better human


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