Just call me Asis!

I'll take my word-hoard with me 

Overmorrow, 

Where not a soul will beg, steal or 

Borrow

What is rightfully mine,

TAKEN IN - 

Hook,
Line and sinker

These words peculate
the
Fanciful mind...

"You're mine, My Precious,

All MINE!"

Empty Platitudinous comments 

Will be ignored;

WHATEVER - 

talk 

to the hand

This face is bored,

Does my vocabularies disquiet 

Not strike a chord?

Ah, 

Solitude,

Contemplation 

as 

Being

Brings about

Realised 

Seeing;

'Being doesn't 

necessitate 

words',

Regardless,

Everything is seen 

To be unfolding

Asis.

Words Written by: Doug 'Asis' McMillan.

(note the air of self-importance!)