We all could be better

Ruddapoet

I don’t look for troubles
Except when it wears binoculars
Like a cap
Fixing his gaze on me
I don’t know how to lie
I’m overwhelmed by the arrays of flowery language
The command of master strokes
On the canvas of our hearts
Wordsmith
I’m maybe a little jealous
Of those flirtatious and engaging poems
You make continuous global impart
But choose to don a village red Cap
I’m outraged !

Bose