are my words not enough?
are you not entertained?
maximus would be impressed

the shadow of self-doubt
creeps forth in this ratty race from day to day
and all my yesterdays consume me

for what I wrote has fallen into the abyss
but not before I felt seen and judged, my head
kissed, then brought in upon a platter
while the women scattered my remains

pearls before swine, I say

i care too much about the art
of stringing words together
not to continue, but not you

that’s right do not ask what is it
scroll on past to your next visit

Infinite timelines of jest