in throes of malpractice
since the new arrangement
tried in the jury of our ill judgement
and ushered out the door hastily,
now knocking aggressively.
could perceive the volume increase
even with flies exiting our minds
in and out of our mouths,
sewing the distrust revolving about.
false truth and four truths,
or pick the harsher route.
no better than Russian roulette games.
don’t spot the difference between lies.
every move improvised during destruction or construction.
save the dramatics for the newer arrangement.
tell me it’ll fix things for real.
( ❤ Mitch)