I know what you’re up

But you’re caught out at your own game

It won’t wash with me

Your soul won’t slip between my fingers

Don’t try to run off

The game is over

This so fleeting laugh resounds to my ears

‘n has a bitter taste, I ain’t  taken by it

Your daily gibes leaves me really bemused

Don’t expect me to give you

The cue to this senseless comedy

Your scenery is racking slowly

The curtains are dropped

The play is over

Let’s have an aparté, will you?

Let’s move to another act

Come on ! Stop your comedy gigs !

I certainly do know that

You have some “mitigating circumstances”

Though

Don’t you have enough of all your lies ?

Downright, your alibi doesn’t  count for much

Any longer

For how long will you remain passive ?

Those bloody walls without which

You cannot manage are falling

Don’t you think it’s high time to react ?

Is it so hard to ask you to lay bare your heart ?

Really? …hum ?