This is a creation that I wove out of something I apparently said once, but didn't remember saying. Thought it would be a good starting place.
Dangerous Alibis
It's not conducive to my flavor.
Maybe now, maybe later, but
Who flies in the face of danger
when dancing on the teeth of a gator?
I once saw something sinister,
better left unsaid,
about somebody dead.
Or maybe someone dying.
Is it really worth trying
or just giving up instead?
It's not what I wanted,
rooted in discernible atrocities
but who's wise to the whys
when there's only goodbyes
and all has been lost but
to win?
What is it in meanings
that's lost in just being,
the faces are beaming,
and they're triple-teaming,
again.
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