spectator desport

there you go taking up space again
haunting egos that just don’t recall the jest

are you hunting new meet?
someone fresh to despoil?
a gullible enough to believe
that you are sol
and are looking for that new reflection?
what? you haven’t seen your all even now?

look to the new generation for romp and stomp
lost in their infancy rife with conspiracy
who said it?
why do we?
do you....believe?

and oh what sport to be had!
but look, look....can’t you see ?
that old maimed pattern
emerging once again
a holding forward....an end
to that so long a’gone
that you can’t begin anew what you know
and besides....eventually all will be heard
and discarded...it has always, most warely, been so