Or not
***
You interrupt your
charge to turn, and curse
Did I mess up…
Or did you tweak your back?
***
Once wrong, twice
wrong
Damn autocorrect
You knew I’d go too far
The other way
The third time
‘round
***
I don’t give you
lip
But my mute outrage
Reeks of skepticism
‘til you penetrate
my guard and
Prove your point
***
This is my revenge:
My sincere look of
utter disbelief when
Something that we
practice
Works
And scores the
touch
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