Asylum lip service

I accept my mission,

to harvest love and spread the hate.

why should I trust you?What is so trustful about you anyway?

Do I look stupid?
If I do don't tell me,I'm already quite irate.

Interogation...

it is your game
and I'm not really eager to play.

But I'll set the traps,I'll hide the clues
and laugh as hard as I can
as you'll be desperately trying the puzzle parts to fuse.

You foolish man,dare to analyze me, you think.
am I like the rest,asylum cases in your files?
Look into my eyes,reflect nothing and never blink
mouth that speaks stings and then so easily smiles.

Say I need your help,I must insist on telling you...
please don't amuse me while I'm having tea.
Too curious,your motivations,sir,are true
But I'm afraid you'll have to beg to have a word with me.

You interest flatters me,not many boys are that sincere.
Well then,let this grotesque talk begin.
To realise me,think of your darkest fear...
think of soul alone and think of your greatest sin.

No,I'm just kidding.This is too poetic to be real...
I'm just enchanted by the art of wasting time
and these days,I'm afraid, fancy words don't appeal
but still I adore them,hope that's not a crime.

Now back to us,don't think about anything
just look at me,do I look like you?I ask you to anwer.
Don't be superficial,you're the puppet on the string,
the mime,the pawn and I'm the human cancer.

We're not related nor we can ever be
but we can pretent,inteligent as we are
that we are so alike that you're just like me
and create some bubbly romance rumor to go far.

I'm not crazy,neither is the world.
It is the evil ones,who must be harmed to repent.
it's like a sword that craves so much to be held
to punish and banish the culprits in the hell they should have been sent.

A worthy hand is necessery ,a hand delicate but strong...
a woman can make kings weep.
Now,correct me if I'm wrong...
If all you see around is sadness and greed,please tell me now
how do you manage to sleep?

See why I'm like this?
No, I don't consider myself some vigilante in a dress.
Now here's choice only:shut up so we can fuck and kiss
You suck my soul away and I'll suck your stress.

So hope we are now done,hope you had twice my fun.
let's play again tommorow
now don't be rude,don't run.
It is a pity,sir,We're parting in such sweet sorrow.

your title

"Lip Service from a Mute"

:)
ron

"It ain't what they call you, it's what you answer to." W.C. Fields

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MAYBE....

i think it would be great if i knew how it went?

~poetry IS life~
Beautiful As Night
Nightly As The Sea
All Reason To Be
A Rose That Cant Be Touched
A Song That Cant Be Sung
Forms Inside The Soul
And Rolls Right Off The Tongue

Requested Title

joseph l. gause

Just name it "Tough Guy"

Joe

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