Cynthia G. Mason

Breaks The Drill



breaks the drill i was steering but it was telling still employing those adolescent brakes and you knew the drill i was nearing but it was telling still expecting some adolescent breaks and you knew the drill but you brought me still so what’s next will i rise to the occasion who’s next if i’m the student of evasion who’s in line for the occasion there were greeting cards full of flattery and pity you were the picture of restraint in secluded corners clear across the city i’d pore over each complaint but i’m a bad detective the obvious seems tricky and you can’t be objective when it’s me