You must give…’it’
More than tossed tidbits,
Of a tempermental ignorance.
Before you decide to split,
Ignoring…’it’.
For someone else to…fix!
Quickly before ‘it’…is missed.
As if a transfer of common sense,
Takes place and witnessed…
Arriving,
Then away it went!
If not…’it’ stays and preys.
Just like ‘it’ does now in these days.
When folks are seeking jokes to tell…
Drugged with self importance,
Crazed and dazed with themselves to sell!
And looking for someone they qualify…
To prevent them from sliding,
Into their own created hell!
A laziness propells this…
As they love every moment of ‘it’ too well!
Although these times are found lucrative…
The sizzle from the heat…
Does not cease!
‘It’ gets hotter as they yell!
Fed on denials burning inside…
Crying and pleading,
To get ‘it’ away from themselves!
They who try their very best to hide.
From the creeping that keeps them weeping,
They reap.
And what was avoided ‘then’ can not be now undone.
The fun begins to sting like the zap and zing…
From a stun gun!
Since what comes does not care who is asleep.
The sizzle from the heat…
Burns!