JERK
NO. You haven’t heard me.
Words don’t flow like they use to,
Movements don’t bloom like they use to,
Moments don’t fly like they use to.
You don’t even know the beginning of it.
Chances? Won’t let me take them.
Laughter, you know it so very well.
Mocking is second nature.
JERK-
Oh wait, that’s me.
I’m sorry, was it something you thought?
You contort your body like it's written in your code,
Come hear me hiss. Fear not, I don’t bite- Waiting for your calculated strike.