Selfish Timing.

Beasts of Articulation

You will forgive me,
if I am miles away, it seems,
do your best to just overlook,
torn out pages from the book,
fake that smile,
a uniquely outworn,
chameleonesque style,
you’d be smart to ignore,
my presence for a while;
You will believe me,
when I tell you the things,
in the long moments – left unsaid,
but genuinely and truthfully spirited,
walk the plank,
if it pleases your mom,
you’ve got history to make,
best take that shit home;
You will regret me,
for your selfish timing,
so many months within a year,
and you chose now to wing it here,
absorb the blow,
of the sucker-punch,
quit your slithering below,
own your bullshit for once.

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