Tick tocking them hips while cracking that whip trying to understand I man who never has a plan I see you across the way thinking planing on how to make this man sway you try and try again but I’ll never I’m not your toy not your thing I’m the one off the singular being I see the world in more than one time past present and future I see them all many rise and many fall but through it all I see you looking upon me myself standing tall unwavering never willing to fall many approach you’ve made many more traps made for each failure of your own to defenses of my own one more estranged being yet still you try what you see in one such as I I know all to well your next meal ticket you had my eye once now only my ire give up on this venture go home and retire.
“Intent”
By:Parker Owens