let's round up a firing squad

thresholds diminishing

tea-time is a-finishing

you and your dumb dull skull

riding up my intolerant dial

copcats can proceed into fiery depths

and with that, plunge into lonely traps

take heed or end up in the dumping weeds

for the wise know only their playing deeds

i need to be a hermit for a bit.

can we call this off?