Diatribe forged
Forgotten in
Fundamental fashion
Knowledge learnt
best be disposed of
according to the warning
on the bottle it came in
Brickyard thumping
As the bully finds
conjugation reason enough
to berate you before his
congregation there
Sawdust tears stream
from beyond the blackish smog
turning on the brute
in a steal from you and give to me
But bloodied, broken and bruised
I can sit in this crimson pool
knowing that
you can't
know
I can smile those imperfect pearls
and watch as you strut the circle
Praying I stand back up
but I can smile still
in knowing
that you
will never
know
And when you flex your arms
Your body looks like a trident
yet you would never know
that Neptune
ruled the seas
and we're on land-
dry and barren
land
And I smile
For I understand
The body
typically
wears down
much quicker
than the mind
