# 25 - Fourteen Caveats

I reassess my errors and defeats

I redefine parameters each day

I gerrymander politics my way

I reinvent the darkly cobbled streets

I metamorphose ’til I have no feet

I recross every line of braided spray

I counter-ruck the palace’s array

I automagically endure retreats

My prudence lies behind me, pale and numbed

My common sense is on the shelf, well-thumbed

My acumen subsists in tea-stained mugs

My marbles clack and spit across the rug

My laws are filled with hinky “ifs” and “buts”

My poetry is clearly going nuts

AB