Manipulator

A breathing habit. Undeniable addiction. Pin pricks of the frontal cortex, Social acupuncture.. Easy subjects. Standing before your face, Or alone in my own meditation. I can't stop myself, To break apart your mental station. Surgically navigating the words. Is like numbing one's brain. Pinpointing thoughts with them, Is controlling what they say. Why can't I loose. My failure is my win. "Patience is a virtue" they say. I say, "patience is a sin." But behind the curtain, A man stands behind your shame. Madly laughing at what is certain, Because that's what he calls play. He bows to leave... But stops and says, "My work is never done. I am a manipulator... And I bend the reality of things."