Distortion and the Resident Asshole

Distortion and the Resident Asshole

I'm pretty sure distortion,
Could be found in you or me,
But I'm not ready to commit my thoughts,
Or to face reality.
On more than one occasion,
When impetus was all mine,
I was contented to play the asshole,
If it meant I won that time.
But don't confuse sarcasm,
For desire to use tact,
It's the perversion that's inside your head,
I woudn't want to contract,
For somehow this way suits you,
It's the apple to your sin,
It's the virus that's blows within your breath,
It's the olive in your gin,
So if I should go to Mars,
When you bore me thoroughly,
Remember that I am only thinking,
Thank god it's you and not me.


Invino Veritas
2/27/13
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