Inflection

-Inflection-
by Keaton Foster



Blah
Blah
Boo who
Tell your tale
Down river
Spill those beans
Someplace else
We are tired
Of hearing it
Your swan song
Has gone on
For too damn long
Taking advantage
Of strangers
Forcing them to listen
If it was a crime
You’d be put to death
For the many of times
You have cornered
Another being
And promptly beat
Them to near death
With those exaggerated tales
Of your early existence
We get it
We understand
Get in line
It forms to the right
Take a number
Register your complaint
With the authorities
Then go take a flying leap
We’ve all had it hard
It’s not God against you
Despite what you think
It’s God against us all
Faith must be tested
Devotion must be challenged
There are no free rides
All who wish to stand
In the kingdom of Heaven
Must first go through hell
Simple
Polite
To the point
Take it or leave it
Either way
Just please shut up
Ride that dead horse
Instead of beating it
Go where it takes you
Where you belong
You’ll understand
Upon your arrival
Not your departure
Inflection
Specific to you
And your sad tale
Stop telling it
Or change it in a way
That allows others
To relate
To further pontificate
To take what you said
And go tell it
Upon a mountain
Of their own choosing
Blah
Blah
Boo who
Stop being a drag
Wake up
And smell the beans
The past is the past
You can no more change it
Than you could change
The future
Try for once
Just existing
And stop being
A drag upon human kind
No one likes
A party pooper
And you my friend
As the biggest
Shitter of them all
Inflection...


Inflection
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.