Balk

You balk at my brazen words

So make me

If you haven’t noticed I am yet to be impressed

and in case you haven’t heard

I could care less

I am careless with my own future and yours wouldn’t fare well under my tutelage

So make me

Make me find your point of view as appealing as my current one

Show me what your words could not properly stress

Maybe something clear, concise will open a door

Providing you with some sort of persuasive privilege

Produced, published and hot off the press

Make me

Go ahead make me

I dare you

What have you to use as leverage?

If the world consists of givers & takers do your coffers hold less?

Why should I concede to your assuage

I see your efforts as emotional sabotage

and a fore gleam of a crashed planes fuselage

So why should I drink water from your mere mirage?

So make me

Otherwise keep your mess on your side of the street and on your dress

©2009 J. K. Bradford