Too Late the Misanthrope

Too Late the Misanthrope
 
It’s not easy being misanthropological .
I wasn’t born this way. Antagonistic by
choice & I’m  not happy with it but  no
longer appreciate the protagonist::  
 
Anthropology.
 
Anthropology rules.
Can’t touch this.
 
Can’t be said either. No leg to stand on. 
Cretan. myself.  “Who do I think I am,”
crying out loud..
 
Just between the 2 of us:  If you say I said this,
I’ll have to deny it. Cover up.Hello!

 Neither Logic nor Sermons
              Convince
 
No matter how close I  think
I’m getting, asymptotic: never
there. Like mercury. Finger it
and it’s all over  the place
everywhere but underneath. 

Ah, I’ve got it now,
I think.
 
Never. 
 
Nailed it.
 
Nope.
 
All manner of persons already
salved, safe, & saved: sealed-
in whatever the circumstances
and no whine is released before
its time.
 
Imagine: being on the cutting edge.
A being on the cutting edge cuts
both ways. Divides.
             C
Internal and External affairs and
can they Just Get Along?
 
Gordian naught.
Incommensurate..
 
Within a certain frame of minding:
the more I fail in one domain the
more I succeed in the other.

This is ridiculous to the savvy.
Offensive to the conscientious.

On edge.Got to love it.
S’all good.
 
IT, I said. Rules of the  Game.
Ludicrous.