Dry Well

Any treasure map that is honest will always begin and end at the exact same place.

Engines outprice wheels, but a car sale without either goes at the exact same pace.

The sun exposed our flaws, while the moon handed the rest over to sheer insanity.

We tried to live our lives in the shade, but such thinking was really a last ditch vanity.

Important lessons got lost in the translation, we were told constantly to judge knot.

The rope climbing exercise got harder, something was missing, but we clearly forgot.

A menacing spotlight will not let go of me, even when I am fast asleep.

When a one way mirror flips, previous chatterboxes go without a peep.

My street is under construction, so I get blamed for the inconvenience of gridlock.

If it's up to a married couple map out their own lives, why do in-laws start the kid talk?

I find it interesting when the aggressed are commanded to have a thick skin in life.

There is a litany of advice for the insulted, but none for those playing with a thin knife.

Anyone that tells you not to take yourself seriously, wants to take something from you.

Nothing is a big deal to a critic, save your own reputation, then he turns into a gumshoe.

A line wraps around the block, but I am not holding an audition for my personal morality.

How can someone help you navigate landmines when they are the root cause of fatality?

I don't craft poems for a following, I make them so you can get sick of me.

Now that you know my little secret, these words don't amount to much trickery.