Informants

Informants Parameters Dear Watson, I exclaim to everyone at the table Ambassadors of the latest brand continue talking in fables Calipers on my legs and hands as I begin to feel disabled Passengers of the broken and grand reject these constant labels A touch of light brevity for one to leave some room to contemplate As such the sight of levity leaves me so much less inclined to procrastinate In the garden of ghetsemony Jesus was forced to deliberate Like a crutch to lean light up on as the enemy approaches at the gate There’s no time to linger for a moment as danger is on the horizon Relaxed and sublime she’s a performing singer that has to sleep with the lights on There’s not an object to be the harbinger of dispair as they choose to continue to fight on While in the refined and royal air I’ll be someone they can rely on Aberrations of polite conversation left to fizz out in the silence Commiserations for the invitation to engage in protest based violence Considerations of the elevations of such niches incline to display pretence Obfuscations of the invocations that require there’s no more nonsense Humanity crumbles at the table as I cannot continue the performance Insanity humbles the old fables of those basking in self-importance Profanity mumbles from the mouth of the green gables that come from the non conformist Calamity grumbles as I realise I am surrounded by informants The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright