"4.5 Of 30: Grease In The Creases"

"Grease In The Creases"

Fell to the ground.
Shirt stained with the evidence.
Confidence won't wash away....
The presence of it evident.
Hue a bit sloppy.
Mistaken for arrogance
But arrogance and the aforementioned
are not one in the same.
One is not a game.
The other perceived a lifestyle.
Won't tarnish my name.
This life isn't lived in time trials
and I don't like to race.
Wind in my face
standing still.
Circumstance is sufficient.
I don't really need the thrills.
Besides,
Speed kills
as swift as curiosity.
Why amass portions so vast
to live in poverty?
Why invoke an institution
with no trace of policy?
It builds plight
but feels right
and always ends up wrong.

Searching for the frills
while singing this recurrent song
out of tune
in crowded rooms
where I share space
with what I've missed.
Do I run the risk
or be content with playing safe?
Hands deep in the trench
and I've no time
to switch and strafe.

Honestly,
what is safe
when there is no security?
Stated plain
the origin of this stain
but have I lost some purity?

Is there a cure to see
or is the writing on the wall?
Either way,
this shirt will say
what they whisper in crowded halls......

.........until I fall again.

~ Society Of Poets ~

 ~ 30 ~

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz