let it go.

you stand,
firm,
with your sledgehammers;
your seductive mannerism,
your boyish smile,
your sensual charm.

you pound,
hard,
with your sledgehammers,
bam. bam. bam.

you think you've got me
figure out?

lies.

i may not have you
deciphered.
but you will never come
close
to figure me out.

sure.
you're clever,
you're charming,
you're attractive.

what an accomplishment.

you're the mastermind,
but not for long.

version 2.0 is up and
learning.

i'll show you.

your ways are child's play.

The End

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