My Word

It's all I have.

It's what separates me.

I live by mine.

That's how you measure yourself as a man.

I keep my word and those I associate myself with keep theirs.

Or they don't stay around.

Well... At least not around me.

I don't speak much.

That's just how I was breed; thorough.

Observe more than I speak but when I speak it's "true".

Can't play me as a fool;

My eyes are always on you.

...... Not looking but indeed I notice clues.

Playing clueless because I know the rules.

My word??

Yeah.. I keep that.


Yeah.. I heard that.

Problem is.. 

Your word and actions seem to be mismatched;

They don't measure up..

- Jay

This poem is about: 
Our world


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