Why Should I Be The Bait For You To Satiate Upon My Irritation?
I could make more sense,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
If I chose to leave you some.
But I know if I did...
A clarity would not be recognized.
Or something like it,
Has been welcomed.
And I'd be left to explain,
What still would not be comprehended.
And my patience can no longer wait...
For that date to come,
Each time a thought in your mind is placed.
Or your eyes to show me,
An understanding has been done!
Why should I be the bait,
For you to satiate upon my irritation?