Someone told me to keep my head down
naturally, I looked up
and it hit me
right between the eyes
no surprise
and I rise
to surmise
the whys
of your sighs

Maybe my antics have become tiresome
historically, I cross lines
and I never
knew that they were there
or didn't care
to repair
or despair
about where
or how austere

I can relate to the breathlessness
Variably, I hyperventilate
and I forget
the show of restraint
in complaint
I'm no saint
this, no feint
just a plaint
to acquaint

I wear the skin of the brimful
Seemingly, I amuse myself
and I should
make this my last work
in network
return to clerk
back to murk
wipe off my smirk
less minds to irk


Copyright: Brian Pellerino 2005