my jaw aches...
with words unspoken
thoughts weighty
and pendulous
swing back and forth
in my calamitous mind

but still i smile....

back taut, muscles creaking
counting to ten, a million times

that little voice, that normally whispers
rocking away on  
a decibel high

but still i smile....

cause..
while i smile,
you have no idea
of the train of misery,
i am bringing
to crash your style.

you think, you done got
away with it...
well honeychile,
you be wrong by more
than a mile...

cause still i smile...

as i array an army
come get you guerilla style...

and when...
the stampede,
all done and over
and you be scraping
yourself up off the floor...

guess what....
i'm the one that's
gonna be smiling
all the more...

and you can bank on that
baby......for sure...for sure...