Poem: ‘Enough’

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Our contact is painful, sporadic,
remote, your response is typical,
and so predictable.
How can such a high IQ
produce an attitude like this?
“Wash your hands,” you’re told.
You ask “how many times?”
Now your silence says it all.
I have always washed my hands,
common sense suggests
such practices are sound, though
now especially when it comes to
you.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

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