PATHETIC

© RYAN GUILEY 

Pathetic, that’s how they deal,

Trying to set me up and steal,

Avoiding the reality of truth,

As I am the best all-time sleuths.

 

They can’t handle the pressure,

With their dreadful measures,

Why can’t they just let go?

As they fall deeper in their hole.

 

Spending all kinds of funds,

The case was solved and done,

When I was a teenager, I knew,

With the knowledge and idea in view.

 

Pathetic, they want me to step,

Or make me drown to get wet,

On a barrier that will destroy,

As it’s sickening with their decoys.

 

More opportunities, they keep failing,

If, I kept score they would be trailing,

They run in deficits, and are behind,

So, dusty, and aging like a bottle of wine.

 

Evil forces are drawing near,

As, I can feel from your spirit glare,

I can feel a triangle of crookedness,

Another idea to put me to the test.

 

Pathetic, that’s how they operate,

As they desperately can’t wait,

Shame rests in their own burden,

As they are so sad and hurting.

 

I question their tactics and rehearsals,

Always overfilling their cereal bowls,

Being dry, without any milk or a spoon,

As I will get to see you soon.