Poetry by Peter Zelaskowski

Paper tigers

I’m adept at adapting

Adopting styles, guiles

And paper-tiger smiles.

I am whatever I think you might want.

I’m not whatever you think I might be.

I am, I think, therefore

Adept at adapting

Adopting styles, guiles

And paper-tiger smiles.

I sometimes say I am

When I’m not.

I sometimes say I don’t

But do

Or in-between the two.

In fact, I do and don’t

When it is my wont!

AND I believe I’m sincere.

I’m adept at adapting

Adopting styles, guiles

And paper-tiger smiles.

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