I got off the slow train
and it was the coldest spring day
you’d never believe it
She was the objective & I had no recourse nor grievance.
Ask me about the papa, well that’s another saga
Nah gone lie to ye, i’d have felled him
Or if there’d been time, i’d tell ‘em
“yer facade of a sound family fooled no one indeed
And the way she made you believe you succeeded
Brought her no glee.
You scraped the sky with negligence
Aimed to truncate intelligence
Thought to retard the development
And you yourself the white elephant
Exposed by the optic enhancements alloy tubes Lenses calibrated eyeballs huge
Outward orientated, lookin sweaty there
Joe, senators standing by a tick and a tock . . .
Hey Joe, that daughter you mutilated,
what exactly was generated?
A puzzle that was only hers to solve stabbed and accelerated.
No alternative to ponder.
Never heard you squander
A wee mouthy one
who if unabated
would have harmed only the ego
of the patriarchal creative