The Red-Headed Lizard

It nods at the hush of a sound It nods at the beckoning of movement It nods and reckon with that It nods and reckon with this The red-headed home lizard More confused than confusion In the quest to diffuse infusion Only in the ocean of erosion With a mission of confusion Carelessly fraught with no conscience Consistent only in inconsistency Its red head strives in treachery Its blurred eyes dwell in opportunism Its fetid mouth dance in perfidy Its razor like tail triumph only in chicanery Are thou not a chameleon in a ghetto? Are thou not deceitful like a red-headed lizard? For abound are them in our world. Aalayande Stephen T. 17th October 2005 12.45am