POEM: Free Judgment Zone Out

I see judgment free zones. It’s kind, of a sixth sense.

Free Judgment Zone Out

I wince herd
Entreat me as a dog
“Free judgment”
And what due I hear
My squirrelly years
And dyslexic soul
“Judgment free”

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