You think you have me on a string
but I know your rank and file
and honey, it’s cut.
I don’t know
what’s trailing after now.
I hear the procession and I know the progression and that temper flared in perfect timing.
Brewing, spilling hot, I’ve had my education and I’ve seen that no maturation, preparation can stop the culmination in one
Exposed, you can’t digest, you can’t refrain and frankly, renunciation became your
Draft it now, how I know you do. I get that, too. I’m not new.
This prototype an imitation of what is real but the parallelism make me think there’s some higher order not of man.
at strike two, second up, I’m smiling, calling game within my head because I can trace this back
and see the signs, the plays.
You pursued – I should have probed, researched also, all the proofs.
But I’m smarter each next time
and this but a minor crack, a surface cut
At current, I’m getting better every day.
I’m not a victim and I’m unenlisting, the latch breaking with the dam of dander.
Add a dash of sophistication and I’ll take a sip but I’ve acquired
a taste for truth and your brew smacks suspiciously of falsehood
Spare me insincere apologies. Toast yourself and drink alone.
Swirl it, sniff it and I have no doubt, that in my absence you’ll find a way
to spin it.
Check your treasure chest of vanities and have that story in by noon. Rocket it off for publication.
Quick. I’m signing off.