The words don’t match the indiscretions.
The lips don’t move in synch with what we
hear is something oh, so different.
Who am I to deny your place here?
Every garden has a serpent.
Ever shepherd has an army.
The truth of what it is
and what it isn’t,
is the same as what will
and will not be.
Blame me for the times you’ve fallen.
I can take your self-destructing.
I will watch you burn to tallow,
even delight in your story.
This is just another one
of those things
that you’ll ignore;
a metaphor
for
all those little sins
that don’t add up.
I’m sure you’re going to be fine.
I’m not a doctor,
or a friend,
so don’t take my advice.
I just want you to succeed.
That keeps you far away
and not just dragging
all your dirty laundry
out into the flower garden.
I thought education
might have fixed you,
but I was just wrong,
like I have been
about so many things.
You can blame that on me, too.
All of this
is just dishonest,
isn’t it?
Time to cut the bullshit.
I can quit
any time I want.
Can you?
HG -2018
Great post 😁