The wall thankfully is rounded,

after all it is easier to escape the manipulation

you attempt to thrust down my throat,

rolling with the solid tide of plaster

than sitting in a pointed sharp angle

as the verbal putrefaction spoils for a fight.

 

Over the keys a wash comes unbalanced hatred

and like a dictator you ask that all take your side,

and to say nothing, to want the world to move on

away from such madness, the corner you push me into

becomes a rock in which to cling.

 

I have walked away from such manipulation before,

I have taken no side, except the one that did not ask me to

and at great expense to my sanity,

not the finest of my qualities, but still

sweet surrender to it than give up

and bow to you.

 

I have no reason, I just will not

let you take me down,

for it is better to acknowledge you are a shit

and keep quiet, than to roll your eyes and stab

in the back like all good dictators do.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015