the cake is laced

Pardon, while I burst
                                through
                          you

I’ll stop dead in my tracks too

Sometimes the force for good
            can startle you
                            free will is a choice
&

             I am wholly stubborn to
     accomplish this adapt or die spiel 
            I’ve paid the funeral cost
                 for cremation

            make me a diamond you wear against your chest
                      or bind me to your wrist
            [at least then
                       I won’t be gathering dust
                   on a shelf]

-LM