…Exclaims confidence child sporting a sly smile
Full of fun deflections and corrections
Always at the ready for underhanded attacks
That reek of a devil's advocate
The rapid fire verbal shots are intent on carving out
Instant supremacy and stake out a
Clever and playful claim to victory
The chase for constant thrill and varied and accumulating distractions
Keeps raging from the outside in
It's a trigger happy bet never quite lingering on red
And surely never resting on black
The boy has controversy to sow
“Il aime semer la zizanie”
Simply being is simply not enough -
No, no, no the chase is on
And when things get too routine - see ya' I'm gone
It's the controversy that sells, the sizzle that entices
What would happen if I said something clearly out of line
Or if I instead treaded the proverbial fine line?
How predictable and gullible are people
And to what extent can I spin my cheeky disposition?
‘I am happy for I cast out all my demons
Checked them at the exit door when I was 17 years old’
His is a defiant stance on death
‘Let it get me, I have no regrets’
It's about winning at this game called life
Where thrilling rides and shameless giggles offer you the winning gift
My dear, the answer is - you're always right
White spots on puerile liver
What's moderation to an entertainer's definition?
The imagined heart on a rabid mission for anchoring sensations
During semi-oblivious rants drowned in intoxicating instants
Where does the truth of this boy reside?
Is there a psychology s 101 lodged somewhere between
Walled in confessions and cleverly emitted verbalizations?
How curious should I let myself become?
And at which point could my own purity become smudged?
Have I already treaded too far along a thinning line?
And why does the mind make a winning argument for more to come?
It's the shiny toy equation
And a potentially semi-serious confession for someone to pay attention
Persona and person merge and mold and create a hybrid
Of a halfway raucous laugh hell bent on skirting sad
‘Let's be happy again’
What's whispered and slurred late in night's game
Is leisurely refuted come the dawn of day
How will this wayward story end?
‘Easy there Tiger - too many questions
Now take it easy’
The smoke curls and wafts up the bathroom vent
A weary forehead rests on my chest
I scratch the two-tone back
And lean my head slightly back