Trouble Maker

Testify to the truth, then wait for a parade of exorcists to cast out your devil.

I don't have one, but of those who want to control my power for their gain, I have several.

We both have keys to the same house, so why do you spend half your time on the porch?

How is it that I am surrounded by wise council, but each member lights their staff with my torch?

The prophet once said that knowledge puffeth up, so I need to be pierced with a well timed needle.

We were both anointed with the same oil, so why do you passover the lamb for the mysteries of a scarab beetle?

Let them locate your area of struggle, and they will leap at the chance to call you a pious faker.

A thousand cakes are overlooked, one hole in your oven mitt and they will say you were never a baker.

It's not enough that I delight in their company, they want my undying allegiance.

I am more than happy to lend my attention, that does not equal any type of real credence.

They swoon from a fatal bite I did not even attempt to give them.

Plain speech is abhorred, while the esoteric is prized as the cream de la creme.

The open ended questions makes us feel like we are desperately needed contributors.

Grace and truth came not by our hand, so many hold their nose up at being distributors.

Everyone wants the excitement of their own audience I suppose.

That wish can easily turn into an problem window that doesn't close.

King Author had to create a round table for knights with thin skin.

Don't let the crowd know who is in charge, the illusion of grandeur is a win win.

Managing expectations will become lost art if unchecked deceptions abound.

Each mean man keeps score without noticing that home plate is on a burial mound.

All admire the occupation of surgeon, yet none want to go under the knife.

Each man wants to be understood, but forgets a real woman breathes underneath the construct he calls a wife.

Rake the piles of leaves up to seven bags and they will just come back next year.

Our emotional life is not that different, so maybe we should learn to live with the fear.

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