Grains of Folly
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you set a principle with an evil intent
to hurt our spirit
wait! you copy-pasted the limit!
to pull one’s leg a must
when they are off the target.
but point ‘black’ on our failure you betted,
our success is like deserts turning into seas, period.
your arms akimbo if the achievement is netted
shame of a man!
so low in aptitude
a scholar that never belonged
to the niche of the lucid
it was you ‘which’ preached and drafted the masterplan!
and salty is the taste that you even fulfilled our wedding plan
you ‘blasphemed’ on the topic’s paradigm
as if you detest our future cry as our suffering as in the interim
now you claim you knew it would happen
but when you set limits you didn’t notice
as if were you only giving it half a eyesight
and you spat and ridiculed our efforts.
never conceding we might have only gained a little ascent
but we avoided a dip from small leaks
therefore no scale can measure
no string can stretch taut
no sac can hold, and no needle can pierce the eye
of such chunk
of mental numbness
© Dr Morice, 2009
