wunderkind’s smelly chamber
flush with misbegotten pride,
ripe with yesterday’s news,
calculated face bites calculated lip and spits vitriol.
this then is the end of questioning & dumb antics,
this is about all he’s got to say about that.
suck in the chest until the eyes bulge & the room constricts,
hands get placed on this day’s soft throat.

we listen — listen, not telltelltell — if we know what’s good for us.