My Friend, the Duck

My friend, the duck, does not know why 
We curse and quiver as we do: 
He asks me, if we'll, by-and-by 
Learn how to calmly think things through 

And glide the way we're meant to glide. 
With answers, though, I've had no luck:  
For we, the people, try to cover 
When we've never learned 

To duck

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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