Saga Phony
I am the psycho-logist
that will tell you how to deal.
I am too your neighbor
who cannot and will not steal.
Did you, could you forgive me after all?
You are torture in the least. The finest form of fiction. Art in a tedious structure that collapses under the light.
I am your component. An irregular hand to brush away the dust. Reformed too many times and irrelevant to society.
We clash
and we smoke
something foreign
in a bubble of guilt
It is a task.
"A tisket a tasket
a green and yellow basket..."