TAKE NO PRISONERS

  

 

Take no prisoners, 

allow no rhyme: 

haven't the inclination, 

Won't spare the time. 

 

Such a battle-ready state 

is not my preference, 

so it goes; something like that. 

Never mind. It's a point of reference.  

 

Why is my mind not crystal clear, 

cunningly astute, sharp as a knife; 

all those other tired metaphors 

and overworked similes? 

 

Why indeed? Surely must be a reason: 

some external stimulus or stimuli 

over which I have no control. 

If not, the fault's in me; 

a flaw in my identity, 

my sense or perception of worth. 

 

Did I acquire it, was it there at birth? 

Really! Call it intoxication: 

I can buy that; captures the moment, 

the insistent demand 

craving to be fed. 

 

The id rampant, takes no prisoners; 

consumes everything in its path, 

rhyme, reason, time, treason. 

I want what I want. Give it to me, 

I am quite happy to take it regardless. 

 

I need something to believe in 

doesn't matter if it's true or false, 

as long as it had dramatic tension; 

as long as I don't have to waltz. 

I need something to believe in; 

a touch of magic, 

 

a willing suspension 

of disbelief - a scenario 

in which I am special, 

not ordinary. 

 

Ordinary, I disdain; 

boredom is for the dull. 

I am not. I proclaim. 

I exclaim. Vanity, 

Vanity is my name.