By Bud Lemire
You don't know everything, you see
You think you're better than everyone
You're really not, when the day is done
So I can't spell, my grammar needs work
Step down from your soap box, you jerk
If you were smart, you'd certainly know
To not correct everyone, wherever you go
It's a good way, to get friends mad at you
They're friends, it's something you shouldn't do
I know, you feel you are doing something right
Leading them, into a more knowledgeable light
Maybe their light, shines elsewhere
A place unknown, and it's there
They may shine, at something else they do
It may be something, that you never knew
So hold yourself back
Please don't attack
There are things you can not see
So, please, don't talk down to me
©Jan 5, 2023 Bud Lemire
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