Will Ya Look At That

The ringworm made its way passed me today It had questions regarding a simple matter “A vagrant of a mad mans mad man” he said I was Then In awe we saw each others face The ringworm recoiled He stole the stars that foiled the plan he depigmented the flush of colorless lives that now flood the land We saw each others face not far but near plain and clear out of fear The ringworm has never been this scared of me I’m usually the one dragging knees further along a smile weaved within concrete I swear he’s usually brave, competent and thoroughly fit for the task Now he’s the noose we never thought to use All the truths will light the fuse to torch the lake it’s light should be fortunate in the saving arms of the snake We all get a little fortunate when a ringworm crowns itself a Saint