To know them more then they know themselves
a grievous act of manipulators tired of being left on the shelf
watching others trading cards, well holding the cards they've been dealt
because of their demeaning evaluation their left only caressing the tabled felt.
No questions to learn distracting facts leaves just jealous acts
to impact what's intact with their absence from the pack
"how powerful are the ones that cause cracks"
no addition just subtractions is but an equation that leaves the equals trapped
a lone artist that can only dabble in the abstract for nothings exact
no specific hands to play for they feel the deck's stacked
and a friendly game turns to a monetised transaction their ready to retract
oh how I loath to interact within continuous social debates of ignorant counterattacks
that leave me gobsmacked at the smiling deaf that only exist as a patience test
that inevitably ends with me signing the stress of two fingers split as I eventually quit
believe what they will, and say what they may say just as long as I'm far away
for I don't want to be the main character in their narration of whatever they find fascinating
as nothings more sating to them as baiting or rutting the mating and to me either is just aggravating.
Own being alone not as a loan from others
there's a reason for it that's known or yet to discover
it's never to act against lovers
for that's when the alone, justly suffer.