Fool.
Its no more cantering is it.
You do things.
And they dont.
Fool.
Lets kill them inside and rip their pride.
I can cant I?
Inner workings
Longings
Inner
Fool
I could have
I can
See-saw
I cant
I have obligations
I prefer peace.
not Fool
How words will rip, burn and degrade.
Will and wish.
I swaggle to the pantomime.
Reuben.