Backward works best, so they say.
Oh, I wouldn't know.
A cheater, I can't help but gloat.
I make rules and break them
in the same breath. What is left?
You can walk the staircase both ways,
but that doesn't mean anything.
Maybe Rae would understand. Maybe rancor makes one lose the plot.
I'm too close, too bitter.
Full of the sin and vinegar,
this is how one shifts thru life.
Break, break the fool. Respect must
be earned. I understand. Play the game.
You lose. Everyone must. Regardless of how well you understood the rules.