I’ve made arrangements for suppositions
That would put me in compromising positions.
In my mind, all things have come to pass
Preventing me from looking like a jackass.
In swerves, I’ve side-stepped the obvious
Looking beyond so not to seem so oblivious.
But in a moment of ease, if the roof caves in,
Coverings upon head and heart, harder than tin.
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