Butter
Butter
I have been beaten,
Beaten up too much
So much that I am punch-drunk,
I ain’t so much - a wordsmith
Ain’t so much a technician
On the renditions of a song
Still,
I know within the bounds
I have left of me
The utterance of magic
That bereft of me
There’s still an ember
Still a decent thinking
That intrusions have not
Frowned,
So before I fall I have to
Tell you that I was never
Placed to fight yet,
You wouldn’t think it so
The way the schools taught
By teachers bought
From failings and,
There is a statement I must
Make to rectify mistakes
That is;
If the ethics of an argument
Merely serve a purpose
To create a negative response,
Then ethics be no more,
For ethics and morality
Shouldn’t be there
To serve up casualties
To justify misgivings
And I know it’s hard for some
To get their head around
These forms of intellectual
Argument,
But I say it another way
And that is,
If the dealing
Proposes propensity
To seek a lowly claim,
Then the intellectual argument is lost.
All the doctorates and scientists
Know of what I say,
They know within the bounds
They should carry on
Seeking forward aims
But when it games them
Just to see what happens,
Then the intellectual argument is lost.
Big Bang Theories are not
There just to formulate a model
- Or a puzzle
To be solved,
They are not there to replicate
A target,
For targets fall when hit,
As do I,
As do I
And punch-drunk,
I could have been the man
Who cured the illnesses
But victim’s what I am,
Do not justify an argument
On the makings of this man,
For if you do after
All you had me put through,
Then your intellectual argument is lost
For in essence,
Every chance was took
Before I came upon the Earth –
And now I’m worthless to the
Point that in all honesty I
Can only see
Kinetics and potential
Fall down a well used funnel
Until at last,
Punch drunk,
I fall upon the ground.
Love is not the prison,
It’s the hate that surrounds
These very beings
That incarcerates their soul.
Michael J Waite 30th November 2012.
