The line I have been walking

Keeps getting thinner every day.

I mean, it would be great to

have a break in getting through.

But there is just no coming

through those thick-laid bricks

And spears and tricks that

You’ve been plotting all around.

Adjusting my approach

Does not seem to be yielding

Any, even semi-decent crops.

So I shall modify the gist.

Again and so it goes.

On, and on, and on.

You say a cold word.

I, obviously fire back.

And so before we know it,

The train of thought is

Waved goodbye at.

Gone. Forgotten.

All your intentions

Seem to either be half-baked

Or upfront rotten.

I try to give it one more shot.

And Lord, thou be my witness.

I can’t accept defeat.

Another twist,

Another turn,

The picture’s poorly lit.

I joined the ride

I’m not too proud.

Such is the pay,

I guess.

Now how do we

Pull ourselves

By just a thread of hair

Out of this righteous

mess?