T Sub Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
The fated time has now arrived
My thin illusion cracks and dies
Confused, your eyebrows take a dive
Though shattered mask did never lie
Thick volumes of the things I missed
To flowing dancers, such a gaffe
The choreographer is pissed
With knowing looks, the dancers laugh
Why yes, I heard the thumping drum
It's not as if my ears don't work
Feel free to color me as dumb
There’s no point to explain my quirks
Invariant is this same dance
In social realm, it’s just my luck
The only thing that’s left to chance,
How long ‘til you say “What the heck?”
9/10/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
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