Choosing never affects a good choice,
only amplifies the neediness in your shaky voice,
aren’t we are all adults playing on this playground,
or had I been mistaken?
when I took in,
all the grown up sights and sounds?
play games like you have power here among our kind,
unhealthy certainty in your wobbly-kneed stride,
I can practically taste the intentions that know are underneath,
like the fat off the bacon,
in the frying pan,
do not kid yourself into believing your own longstanding deceit.