I stare at the yellow, orange, red
leaves
floating across the top of the water
With my net - I chase them.
Those who escape my path
are sent
downing in the suctioned whirlpool.

It's ******* cold,
all I can think about -
That fabricated adage, "Fool me once - shame on you. Fool me twice - shame on me."

A genius of a liar,
a salesman at heart.
Intended to be used by the aggressed to remedy the pain,
surreptitiously crafted by the aggressor to ease their own.

Yes, lets!
Blame the beauty of an innocence so sweet they can actually forgive,
and try again.

Hopefully you believe that you're the fool, so that I can ******* over one last time.