Transcendental Sonnet #1389:
A Few Tricks Left

My readers do not care for one another
They each read me for varying reasons
Red states versus blue brother against brother
Euros and Brits through varying seasons
With the only commonality mere me
In my maddening multiplicity

"How could you write that?" some ask as my white hat
Fades to black and some attack as it slips

But then after awhile most come to grips
With the fact that sometimes I lack the tact
Which I would have if only my mother
Were here to set me straight: so please do not hate
Me for the fool which I can be and bear with me

I have a few tricks left which you might like to see

+Steven Curtis Lance



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