The info I could reference wasn’t afforded.
So, I’m quite relieved that I thought to record it.
Not just a faint gist; the words are etched in my mind.
When they grow dull, I listen again & rewind.
You requested I ponder but left me no sheets.
Keep being bland evil & you will catch the beats.
A bell rung hard may shake off a lifetime of rust.
Yes, fine. I’ll be your boogeyman Queen…if I must.
I know, some day, you’ll want to apologize.
Though, who can swallow sorry when garnished with lies?
L.B.Stowe 