Poetry 2 – 2020

Manipulative, twisted, oh so poor dramatic victim,

Play the cards in your hand,

Pinpoint your fools

The game Begins. So far so good,

Fanciful stories sink in, process, spoken as truth,

The fools are in your palms. Confidence creates a misstep.

A fool amongst your hold,

Turns clear eyes on you.

Time for the panic to set in. Calculate. Re-route.

The curtain was pulled aside. Blink, Blink, Blink.

They see you. Alarm! Set the Alarm. Battle plan commence.

Isolate this fool from the others, cast it away, lest it poison the others.

To your true nature.

Poor Manipulative Twisted Dramatic Victim. They see you. Eventually.