Tug of War

A Poem.

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Twisted, wicked, masked parade.

Never mind those idle days.

Let alone my pens recent escapades.

As the clock strikes twelve;

Pray!

Time for life’s masquerade.

Pessimistic pedigree.

A ballerina twisting free.

Catching up on dirty looks… Beneath the shade of willow trees.

Rotten apple alchemy.

Optimistic misery.

Color blind catastrophe!

A butcher’s knife to slash all the books…

• Literary murder mystery.

One crash will end the juxt.

Drive around aimlessly —

Make your engine roar, and plead.

To the end of the road —

There’s no turning back.

Drive off the edge of a cliff, but where’s the tact in that?

How about it then?!

• You smash into me…
• I’ll count.

One, two, THREE!

Pushing, pulling — Tug of War.

Assurance…