Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

The Price of Worth

Compromise,
you say, finger waggling,
begging me to walk your way.
If I hesitate to follow a temptress,
what about my worthiness?
Give up,
you tell me, lying on dewed grass,
tempting me to roll your way.
I could lay a blanket for this vixen,
but what about my worth?
If I give up,
If I compromise,
If I forsake my art for someone who
really doesn't want me, wants to know
they control my soul's offerings, be my guide,
will I get lost?
I only see steep cliffs
where I'll be a lamb lead
like all the rest.
It would be sweet death
to be done with you, but
I have worth.
I have pride.
I'm stubborn enough to walk you over,
kiss you full on tender mouth
with a spray from waves,
lashing and licking an eroding shore, then
push you to your death,
because you deserve it
for weakening my resolve.
But I won't, and I stay,
and this game continues this way until
someone's dying day.
May I see you in hell, dear.


7.16.21
random write after listenign to boygenius in previous post.