Yes Master Poem by Robert Burgan

See through me
Can't you? Or am I really that good at hiding?
Freeze! Don't move!
My shadow has a death wish
Today he feels like dying.

Today of all days
Today is mediocre on a scale of one to grey
I'm as frail as I am drained
I'm as drained as I am full
Somebody be my witness
I'm about to sell my soul
Sold! To the man in the grin
Wearing his skin perfectly
I can barely fit in mine.

I am not on cloud 9
I'm on puff of smoke number 10
I feel just fine. For now
I smoke revelation I exhale Armageddon
I absorb new beginnings and burn them off like friendship
I ask the guy in the mirror
'Do you remember who you're dealing with? '
Let me refresh you
Now die of thirst.

Look past me
Can you? Or am I really that hard to forget?
I'm not the type of person you should prematurely forgive
Just remember that I can still feel
But I'm not sure for how much longer
'Can sociopaths be manufactured? '
I asked myself on a cold winter day
Then I called myself 'the master'
I never asked another question after that day.