I wanted to believe the weave was more than bob, 

Every step I took the brown shook the concrete 

It was evident that discrete was the assignment 

Though the alignment was off balance but new- 

I knew a sneaker when I saw one 

Sharp teeth and a round wreath made a brief appearance 

It wore on me- heavy on the neck like Mr. T in the flesh 

A mystery that my best was more than good enough 

Especially when each test I poured half glass 

I amassed victory and drew warm baths 

Never fully checking the temperature… 

 

Mercury be Freddie- 

What gives when queens look for crowns 

Without revealing true intentions 

I peel back mentions when my heart 

Beats me to the punch when 

Lines I’ve heard before sound eerie 

 

I where who what why and when 

On the longest of sleeeeeves.