In lieu of being fake, I don a glass mask.
Observed, a brittle basket case full of sass
blinded by the rays in which we bask.
A riddle whose answer you need not ask
because I am already clasped behind your back.
That itching thought
of which is oft ignored; through a mind it may bore and crack.
If judged so, daft recognizes daft,
realizes life lays down sordid tracks.
When elegance is noticed be appreciative of the act.
Wings spread; flappable;
something else now, as a matter of fact.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC
In lieu of being fake, I don a glass mask.
Observed, a brittle basket case full of sass
blinded by the rays in which we bask.
A riddle whose answer you need not ask
because I am already clasped behind your back.
That itching thought
of which is oft ignored; through a mind it may bore and crack.
If judged so, daft recognizes daft,
realizes life lays down sordid tracks.
When elegance is noticed be appreciative of the act.
Wings spread; flappable;
something else now, as a matter of fact.
