But you attracted me like a magnet.
Hypnotized!
In a ‘whipped’ kind of crave.
Have I become crazed?
Yes!
And I am unbelieving,
I have allowed myself to drool.
But whatever you’ve got,
To keep me tied up in knots!
I am under your spell,
Wishing not to be rescued.
‘What’s my name? ‘
Maxine.
‘No…
The other one.
And say it louder! ‘
MAMA!
‘That’s better!
I’m going upstairs.
You want to join me?
Or would you prefer to stay in the basement?
You’re close to finishing my training process! ‘
To portray he’s getting it done!Incompetent he is…And that is apparent to everyone!To all of those who can see he shows,A flair for lieing that stinks like dung!
The ones in debate,On how to do things right.Wondering if they select one thing,Will those on the left,Choose to fight with anger…Until all days ahead turn into night!Conflicts continue.And those of brightness leave.They take a hike!…and dimmer it gets for those who can not see!Dimmer until it becomes bitter in the dark.And bitterness is all…
And moo with sounds like cows,Ruminating cud…When touched by cool fingertips.Gently squeezing milk from filled utters.Hens peck.Roosters crow.Eggs are laid…As opinions are tossed to and fro.Farming fresh water fished.And booted to gossip in spring waters.This, when viewed, inspires appetites to write.Delighting one to dine…On the imaginative scrambling to perplex fixed minds.Sometimes!Some do chew on tidbits…
Invite them in…And push them out the window instead!Your point will be quickly delivered,When they discover you serving hors d’oeuvresTo the attending ambulance crew!Leaving everyone with a taste of your graciousness!
When has that not been observed?And where were those who now many claim,Of being disappointed! ?Cocained or cracked?Or both?The explicity of this could not be missed.Unless…The feeding of their racistness,Took their eyes off of the economic downshift.And that has been going on for decades.Fools being played…While crooks escape to enjoy their escapades!
They come to seek and critique,Definitions and language use.As if an acceptance of concepts,Will be a test to pass the task that is earned.They want to qualify the composition…And the one who prepared the text.But what is being delivered,Does not with them connect.Their minds have been set to protest.They would like to find the composer…
