Polite Discourse

My mother tried, when I was young, to teach
me all the manners deemed to be polite.
I wasn’t to allow my talk to reach
religion, or political insight.
If I had nothing nice to say, I might
say nothing, or discuss the temperature.
And though the weather’s now not dull or trite,
I still ignore her reprimands, for sure.


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