Yeah, I Bit The Core

In a bit of a mystery I bit the apple core

And a clique

Kick

To the througt of Holmes

Brings the burning pages

To a one page story

Not too filled with counter moves

And substitute croons

But all too familiar to the

Limping mistakes we’ve all made.

 

Feeling isn’t so much a mystery

Anymore.

This will cause that

And like a throw of a stone

Into the lake

The ripples move out

And subside.

The lake remains the same

And the involved move on.

 

The mystery is we keep getting up

At all.

As the kick projects itself

To more kicks,

It’s bruised dog meets the hand no one

Sees.

And if every dog has his day,

I suppose,

Those of us who care to wonder

Why

Are winning and we

Will never know

 why.

Any Sherlock can figure

That out.