The shame truth hides behind,
Deeply offensive to the universal mind
When dealt as the superior hand
The other player cannot
Possibly understand
As if it's, somehow, cheating
To try to educate, inform,
Provide perspective, will the rational.
There's too much need for the insane
To be more than an unwelcome guest
Who overstays no invitation.
I just lack patience, the wise ones say,
To wait outside the rising sounds
Until they die away.
It's my sin of pride
That I won't compose my face into a mask
But my everlasting virtue that I can't.
