Peeve (Subjective I)

The older I become, the more I hate
behavior impolite or words that try
to rile. I have learned to modulate
the older I.

I never went for any sort of lie.
There’s murk and chaos in dishonest state.
Exaggeration makes me question why.

But what I truly seek to abnegate
is ordinary rudeness. Till I die
I’ll try to gentle-speak and soft-create
the older I.

(Roundel)

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