Opportunicus.

Hello, don’t offer me the soured Nothings,

oh no, don’t start defending the filthy,

there’s a ring to a man doing little boy things,

there’s a sting in the shiftiness underlying…

 

Ergo, don’t bother with empty apologies,

hell no, don’t think you’ll get the luxury,

there’s an emphasis to all of this unhealthiness,

there’s a trumpeted sad truth quite clearly…

 

hello, it’s me – that glutton for your absurdity,

hell no, I can’t call you a man any more than I am,

there’s a truth to be told between you and me,

there’s a ghost to behold within its delivery.

 

One thought on “Opportunicus.

  1. Of course you did! 😉