Bad Timing

If I made you an ice cream cone, what would you have the attendant put on it?

The question is simple and not meant to be a moving Shakspearean sonnet.

These are modern times so loosen your corset and hand me your bonnet.

You don't need to understand the heart of men, it would just make you vomit.

Your assent is like a rocket, and my descent can be compared to a burning comet.

I tried to ease you into my world view after it became clear that you did not want it.

Other men can give you a comfortable life, the only thing I can offer is a crushing gauntlet.

We are living in a proliferation of platforms while suffering a famine of meaningful content.

You can shackle yourself to these slaves, but I am as free as the gospel that John sent.

Don't pretend to hang on my every word and force me to ask you what that yawn meant.

Nobody counts the laws a king breaks, they only prosecute the rules that a pawn bent.

Darkness has covered the land for so long that people wonder where the dawn went.

If you grow apart, the house goes to her, and you can purchase an affordable lawn tent.

Take away the teeth of a wolf and a fleet footed doe will relax and charge her fawn rent.

This is less of a political tirade and more of a thoughtful and calm vent.

It seems like the best men are in a cemetery and the best women are in a convent.

I just want to leave an impression on you like a wooden paddle with a ping-pong dent.