Darling, there’s a few things
I’ve learned toiling away
on this Earth, that’ve made
a blue-collar, street
smart scholar of my earlier
precociousness.
You may not have immediately
noticed it, but there’s been
a few trips to
Hell and back
involved,
touching devilish
walls in amazement,
stonework arrangements in
mercurial halls,
yet my modest
shawl was not
enough to keep me
warm in
their presence.
These are lessons excavated
from those uncharted depths,
daughter,
where pieces of me got
caught in their
sympathies and were left like
meat for hungry wolves.
Don’t grab bulls by their
horns if you desire no
new appreciations for
deformity.
The only true victor
in war is he who doesn’t
care who’s winner, so long as
quarrels continue.
Truth is
one perspective, and no
mortal possesses it, only their
own version of facts.
Sarcasm is
the coin flip of humour, and the only
rumours worth…