Kilter
More
coffee in my mind as the time ticks down
Pick the
race to win and be the clown
But the
clown is the jester, trickster or joker
I must
discover that kilter or I’ll end up the loser
Wrack my
mind with caffeine to ensure being keen
Whack my
brain until it screams to insure it’s lean
For that
decides which-ster is the made-up face
And the
laugh will be last in triumph in the race
What is
in my arms that slings and calls my hands?
Instrument
of deliverance that saves and stands
Connected
to me it is my being that saved and loved King David
How funny
that he was the psalmist and harpist named David
My
artistic entity is Jedidiah that keeps all my fire
This
added quirk is like a prophecy with humor its pyre
So, which
is I, or is one facet only just not proper?
The
answer is euphemism which decides the show stopper
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