What Escapade?

You cannot hold the two pieces of string which will 

insure my silence while at the same time apportioning 

blame, not without an immoderate serving of bile paving 

the way toward a New Rational Pricing Era. A 'bang' 

for not more than 'one' buck amounts to a fitting treason 

at lump award time. But, even by the standards of 

Bud Collier, this night of trembling shall not amount to  

'a thing in itself' and be cast aside like so many piles afore it. 

And the table there? You know the one I mean?

If we should decide to 'not be like that', 

then on the day of that decision, while 

rising to inflate the false carton, then you, 

without either smiling or snarling, 

might attempt to whisper an unacknowledged 

answer to the question which begs to be forgotten. 

Please excuse me, but it's always a stamp 

of 'trying to', and not so eager in its way, 

the way she told me, but the face I destroyed 

gave it all away, a half-plaster reality 'seniorette' 

with a dual disc sentience to boot,... not that anyone 

should pretend to feel threatened, unless it somehow 

advantages their pseudo-position in the dank tribute 

parody assault window partition.  

        

'Stands to reason .....' 's what I'd say, if only

I were given to that sort of trailblazing escapade.