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
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