some pay with the pain they give
His witty bits of sarcasm snap like a rubber band on bare skin, like a mosquito feeds on a host too slow to swat the uninvited.
Affirm you’re the most clever in a room of sluggish buffoons, who give you benefit of doubt. Show them to think better of you.
The clever process so much faster than the magical thinking karma pack that crosses after the snapped finish tape flutters away in halves.
Yet is there never enough snap to un-numb your soul whole again, you regret of paternal ancestry, you amateur of family industry.
Sting seen among the grimaced is wince you yearn to feel, snap to atone for being clever by half, double-desperate for affirmation.
