*Image of Aesteticness by Pixabay.
Boxed Souper
"I now wish I had your eyes...it wasn't yours, it never was." By the poet.
Still...
There have been a few too many,
I take into account,
those flatteries, good and plenty,
...that spurt, I do not doubt.
Cause and effect make the river stream flow,
Upward or downward and what beats the path,
Pleasant repertoire or a quid pro quo.
High profilers entertain muffled wrath,
Fewer chips on the table, losers throw,
All the same kind face my Royal Flushed--bath.
No contrast chancing with a quill,
few dotes, and left comments.
Nominal spew mandated nil,
hail those righteous contents.
...still!
2023 January 07
RZ & HMS.
Categories:
profilers, imagery, introspection,
Form: Quatorzain
They who chase monsters into the depths of their hell
must be careful not to turn into a monster as well.
When you look into the dark abyss, the abyss looks back at you
and has been known to possess the monster chasers too.
- Hats off to all of the criminal profilers out there.
I have no idea how they manage to maintain their sanity.
Categories:
profilers, people,
Form: Rhyme