Eternity

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it. I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff. But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff. Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit. Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff. Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff. Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit. Upside down, Inside or out, I’ll throw down. I am the clout. Don’t mistake my identity, Either or, it’s your eternity. ® Registered: Ann Rich 2009