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
