Need What You Fear
My self, I’m told
makes your blood run cold,
I don’t like how you live
or hear a word that you say.
Your great vision now,
it just does not allow
for a man like me,
yet you’re dying for a taste
Your greatest fear
is that if you draw near
you will find no wrong,
and have to hear it through.
You spend so much time
repeating well-worn lines,
and if they fall down,
what will be left to you?
That’s the point I make,
it’s a damn mistake
to think men and women
are just political props.
That’s why you come here,
you need what you fear,
but do beware
once I start, I don’t stop.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2018
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