Sardonic Edge

Sardonic Edge When you have money people love you Even strangers want to see you, save you And help you through your days Subtle imperfections cling on psyches cliff This is not a trick…. This is not a glitch If only you would look Take the problem as you could Less lightly…..You should simply not exist Nudge a nerve to sign that will And give us what is ours As condemning fingers deflect Point your way Lingering thoughts stick to you Like yesterday’s sweat Friends and family pretend to love you That keeps you safe But not from insults and pretentious threats Fear fills in every day behind your back Fed by derision, suspicion and greed Designed by those who hate you along the way It's the new fashion that never fades or dries upon the line The stake in the heart delayed for better weather Prevailing winds designing the perfect crime Strong wills wait for satiation, a little later, is a little better So say those hiding under rocks Friends and family pretend to know you Pretend to care The sardonic edge comes out You’ve become the center of attraction and attention Lost in your own anonymity Why should you have a lotto ticket and not me?! The whispers come to life No one gave you permission to be alive Leave that part to us We have skills and ways to attend to you In our own sardonic ways It would be our pleasure to (end you….)…oops!.. I mean help you end your days in peace That is, if that’s ok with you Please remember to sign the deed Then we’ll see what we can do