Musings of the insignificant By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
You have always been a little fake.
Like the sincerities you spit,
Interwoven with deflections and guilt.
Not so, you say. Another weight, another shame.
But then, you have always been a little unkind.
The pull of the tide-- yet, no-- not so powerful.
The devious child who pulls on the string
Loose from an unsuspecting passerby.
The passerby, unaware of their role as
A toy. A temporary amusement.
What happens next reveals an enigma.
Benign, apathetic, or malicious?
When you, the child, find that the string
You hold in your hand may grant you
Yet another joy? A newer, less fleeting delight.
The tug: larceny, or child's play?
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