Suspect

a mental pendulum keeping track in my mind bonded with wit as edgy as a creshendo barring all viewers from my mental window infected with a host of emotional receipts placing every action without fail or deceit harvesting energy from deep within till my cup brims to the top put into fear with a hoist and crane layered like a cake sweet and moist firing an offbeat melodrama not unlike open mike at the house of dada running into mama wilst running from papa feigning for hookers like a rouge cop piecing together if the suspect is guilty