relative skill

[bedeep]

relative skill

Auntie Angst and Uncle Bunkum
tell me I'm no good.
I know that, I say,
twiddling my hair with a finger
while I choose which rock to throw
and at what next.

My aim is fine;
they're displeased with my targets.
But really, what they know
would fill a fish brain. Shame
on me though, I should be
kind. That's no target.
Still I keep missing it.
They mutter and canoodle,
these relatives of mine,
who taught me all that's right
in spite of themselves.

[ellajam]

My aim is fine;
they're displeased with my targets.

[billy]

i always chose the wrong targets too; though without angst

[Quixilated]

"What they know would fill a fish brain."

I love this.

Actually I love the whole poem, but that's my favorite line. And yes, we all should be kind, but it's hard when dealing with fish brains.

--Quix