Othing-Nay

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Othing-­Nay


          You win! It’s over.
          Beyond that I say othing-nay.
          But if I were to say,
          Oy vey!
          It’s best that I say othing-nay!

You have granite strength and character (unless the going gets rough).
Perfection in and of itself can never be enough.
High and mighty royalty; grace and bearing you have got.
Until I find you with the piggies; rolling in the slop.

If only words were deeds, a great hero you would be.
If intentions were inventions you would be a DaVinci.
If dank and murky basements could truly be ignored,
With the mighty eagles you could have, would have, soared.

          You win! It’s over.
          Beyond that I say othing-nay.
          But if I were to say,
          Oy vey!
          It’s best that I say othing-nay!

“Your priorities aren’t straight”, slammed your know-it-all gram.
“You short circuit”, the famed crow crowed.
The famed crow crow, crow, crowed.
I stood shocked in my shoes while you muddied the air;
Then blamed the confusion you sowed, you sowed;
You sow, sow, sow, sow, sowed.

None of us is perfect; least of all, yours truly, me.
For the failure of my endeavors I take responsibility.
I missed red flags now obvious that shouted clearly, “Liar!”.
But I know how your innocence burned, forlorn, in a tragic fam’ly fire.

          You win! It’s over.
          Beyond that I say othing-nay.
          But if I were to say,
          Oy vey!
          It’s best that I say
          It’s best that I say othing-nay!

          You win.
          It’s over.
          . . . mm..mm..mm..mm.