Textbook Conversationalist Poem by Nicholas Neato

Tragedy privileged
Granted the life of a mime
Looking for salt to wound the alter
Looked deep in the passage of time
Accusations, crashing symmetrical lines
One for everyday
Two for every tide
Three for the time it takes
For the fourth to die

So we waltz as we please
In this devastating dream
A strangers just another judge
Hiding behind his face so mean

He'll never see it coming

It's swallow or be swallowed
It's the sea