the root of all evil

tsk tsk a pinched nerve, eye brow twitches, a feigned smile eyes assume genuine interest a tapping of the finger runs along the spine of your treasured box seems like all the watchers have been calling out sick let's start this over again tsk tsk you peer with a quizzical look and try confrontation. that seldom works you do know that right? but don't let me bother you on your quest for truth, already the answers sound concrete, like the wall you are leaning on a little too hard for anyone's taste, maybe a softer approach, something more palatable like honey. poisoned honey with dead bees all around. let's try this again. tsk tsk and you come with glad tidings, roses, gold and valuables from that treasure cove, ah how warming the heart, like icicles breaking - this is no feigned interest, no tic, no tacky come back no chill on the spine, but wait it's gotten a lot lighter, this is no good. no need to try again. with endless loops, scenarios, outburst, crying spells, fake joy like a clown splitting a grin and the balls being juggled come down one by one, each landing harder on a stomach already sore, sensitive, bruised, churning, puking, pukes - out moth balls the size of large bats which come out flying from one cove wasting away from treasurers not able to guard for sick leave absence has skyrocket ever since that day, when a nervous tic sent the shivers down bats alarmed that a warm nest has been intruded by many plops, props, snubs inline. like a manic train, a train derailed, a low hanging fruit turns out to be a bomb. tsk tsk a zero sum game, and a fair maiden who smiles back - don't you love me?