Investigated by men who only support each other,
Inferiority their barrel
Ego and desire their shots.
One deposited a thrust,
Ideally for growing a sentiment
Another trying to hatch his thoughts
Within the mindset of another.
I have my own stories which clash their ideals
I know my own actions
Know my intent.
Hold my own reasons
As their description is chained
Focused by stimulants which pull the eye to engage.
To beat a showman at his own game,
One must present a way
Then ease forth the actuals
And push him away
Everytime I hit was insignificant
It was his refuse to be cleaned from his desire to see dirty
A cupping differs
And a peck is a love from a heart that was threatened.
But, I am a Survivor!