I’m sick of your contentious attitude

Flaunting lies like crisp memories,

Expecting me to digest them with ease

They churn and curdle, sickeningly saccharine

No more, I can only retch in disgust as they surface


Go ahead and play me like a fiddle

Lulling everyone else into a false sense of security

Only to snap a string or two and cause discord

Breaking the illusion

As the world finally sees you for what you really are.

Author’s Words for Thought

“All is disgust when a man leaves his own nature and does what is unfit.” –Sophocles