Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

No More Games (song for the narcissists)

what should I write next? do you dare
my muse compare, respond to the core of you
standing over, shadowing someone who
has yet to stand up, compare
to the size of you?

I played your game; you ignore mine.
that's fine. don't have time to learn
rules forced upon me, not convenient
to some like you, who abuses
any structural thing.

what should I do next? Should I dare
mess with this muse and likes of you,
someone who doesn't respond, indifferent,
never reacting to a game of my words
that could send you down?

I'll have a few things to say
before you open that mouth.
I'm prepared. Be afraid, or
find someone else to fuck with, unless
there's no one else?
I guess, no more games.


5.11.22
5.14.22 last edit

yes, all these words written in haste one day that you collect, pretend not notice, to throw back in my face, when I smile, because I know I got to you.



I could love you like no other, yet wonder, who's more afraid.