Contemptible embrace of fallacy
your contradictions know they see
the end of other possibilities
and by opposing end them
(or by opposing are them?)
Take your most recent attempt
a breeding ground, but me exempt
by the last day of Lent
An inventory of famous lies
often accompanied by flies or lines
of heredity consumed by size
Does a blackhole know it ate?
can you, by threat, me animate?
Or might I offer warm embrace?
and you accept it, saving face?
I can not know which way you lean,
and you may stretch me to extreme
but this won't burn by gasoline,
nor mechanical imagined dream
I take that back, you are my friend
I'm the grass, you are the wind
and I, to your will, may bend.
The End.