Laboring its pace,
From the haste of August
'You can't expect others to feel,
The same way you feel about what you do! '
I wouldn't use that expression around here.
Forget about using it at all.
I am not here to participate in your nonsense!
Wherever on Earth did you get that idea?
That I treat you with respect,
Does not mean I'm open season
These touches known,
Did not go buried,
With you when you passed.
It isn't what you think it is.
A somber mood,
To bring with it a flow of tears.
This isn't for you,
'That number multiplied by itself
Is no further than the previous number
Added to it!
My mission is not to bump them from top tier.
My crusade is to expand what's here to flourish.
How can that be done in discouragement?
How can anyone expect,
Violence begets violence.
There is not a podium delivered speech,
That will end atrocities!
Those easily flattered,
I am glad not to repeat...
Those days of my youth.
Encouraged to be everything else,
Instead of what I wanted to pursue.