Cigarettes

That was how it ended anyways, the submission of a poem, sent off, away, received. It certainly wasn't was my best material but said something I wanted to say. That was that. Usually the judges say little, if anything, but it's important to submit from time to time, in case they respond. I really do like its subject matter and the way it rhymes but rhyming's out of touch these days, as am I. I was once referred to as a submissive exhibitionist after growing tired of having long annoying equivocal arguments which solved nothing and only exemplified who held the more acerbic tone. And exhibitionists advertise things which I rarely do, just write them. Temperate, taciturn, tantalizing, that's all, discomfort with either/ors, this or thats, I like the poem, yeah yeah.