Poetry Night 005

Garth Beyer

Tonight we have a bit more aggressive of a poem. Yet at the same time you will feel the sense of certainty and almost humility. I hope you feel that this poem is well performed, please give me any feedback you may have. Enjoy.

The Conduction of Being Out-Witted

 

Here I am wearing abestros gloves trying to impress

With my hands I speak half in earnest, half in jest

Your quarter heart of wit I deem to suppress

 

You face it and suddenly become faceless

Forgetting what is tangible only to attest

Here I am wearing abestros gloves trying to impress

 

The weight of your distrust, I could barely bench press

Crushing words consuming my mind, a complete infest

Your quarter heart of wit I deem to suppress

 

For all it will take, is for me to transgress

To install a crimson finish to your conquest

Here I am wearing abestros gloves trying to impress

 

That sturdy throne, from which you sat, too easy to dispossess

And to think, an hour ago I was only your guest

Your quarter heart of wit I deem to suppress

 

Knowledge is power, and now the world I possess

My mind you tried to conquer; now your spirit heads west

Here I am wearing abestros gloves trying to impress

Your quarter heart of wit I deem to suppress

 

–          Everett

 

Stay Positive and Cut-Throat

Garth E. Beyer

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