~for maddie~

the inference need not be discerned,
plain clear like a perfected blue sky
that took a millennium to craft so
well that you take it 100% for granted

even God needs trial and error to get it
right, and more to create a perfect anything
and any
body
and any
elephant

It’s a clever play on political words,
you know?
They somewhat stick
and absolutely over grow.
That is, the more farther apart in time and space
you staggered his wits and grace.
Why then anyways,
would we read on?
The main point has already come and there for gone…
So long Joe!

[Sociopath] a Skit
/ˈsoʊ.si.əˌpæθ /
A person with an antisocial personality disorder.

In his mind there’s a doctor operating- and I hope it doesn’t
prove a sum of complicating; to be someone overly too patient
He prefers to write with the lights off; coming up with some
dark thoughts, he couldn’t really afford to keep up
with his bright ideas- missed a couple payments

His words are made of heavy breath, so hard to speak
with his hard smoke- smoking on ******
He feels like a loner and a private freak,
his personality quite unique, for a meek
with so many words, to plant sparks of arousal
The one to spit in a *** of dirt, and grow out
a beautiful flower

But he wears a mask of many faces, out masquerading for real
talking to himself; listening to the sound of his bones
a bone to pick, to see how fragile they feel
His heart ready to snap; with a bite of eroding teeth
fake confidence, a beautiful derelict,
with the taste of immortality;
the immorality to converse his words-
but he lacks the necessary speech…