Upon Closer Inspection Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Tell me do you find me a bore, well fine then saddle up with horse.
Do not one moment give me laughter and applause and the next call me fraud.
For I never ask for it.
Rub those ruby slippers, pick that four leaf clover and wish me luck and move on.
For this campfire is by invitation only.
Sorry if that caught you in the jaw.
But it still didn't hit what I was hoping for.
Still ignoring those knocks at the door.
Please do come in, blessed it be the mortal sin of surrendering.
Anticipation becoming quiet music in background.
I have no strategy to shock and awe.
Tail tucked between legs only for a pause.
Hesitation only left out as an afterthought.
A farewell gift duly to depart.
If only if this man had a heart.
But alas I must not.
At least not this cold and dreary winter.
Started out good enough with mild September.
But now we are getting into December.
I don't recognize that man in the mirror.
Your right he does have a poor looking figure.
Wonder how he got that way.
A thread spun so many time it become terribly frayed.
The home of so many rotten eggs.
A cesspool pool of such a vindictive natures.
A spite to totally despise.
Even it has risen from the ashes or early grave.
Still disgusting is the way it behaves.
A judge of character sitting miles away with binoculars lens painted all black.
How could you ever tell?
As this body begins ache.
With whiff of the previous used bait.
Do you really believe that all are attracted to the same thing?
Indeed maybe I am happy fitting the part when everyone is looking for the next big disgrace.
If this was race I would beat you all.
For I have already been here way too damn long.