Insults and Injuries

I bemoan and decry
How
No one — absolutely no one

Whether in writing, or whether verbally
Neither by smoke-signal, ancient code, pony-express, street sign, Social, nor any other means of communication or Media

Except Shakespeare, himself

Provided instruction on the following:

Seeing the writing on the wall;

Surviving the sudden, unspoken goodbye;

Understanding in any way, shape, or form, heartbreak;

Avoiding the subsequent self-loathing;

Navigating the wrong kinds of depths, whilst working to resurface;

The exact location where one may file a writ of replevin to retrieve back their spirit — unshattered, whole, good as new — and perhaps their house key, as well; and,

Walking with confidence therewith.

Inspirational Credit:
“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.”
-William Shakespeare

To be

You on the savanna not in khaki 

Bygone-era flashgun held high at high-noon

Since you know there’s more than meets the eye

A yellow hat, but not exactly

Irritatingly inhuman level of patience for them

Misplaced monkeys beside you

Under the black cloth with you now

Looking for the simple