There’s never an excuse for laying it on too thick
unless it’s completely out of necessity, and then
since you have to go for it, you have to push it
all the way or anything else will seem entitled
and reek of insincerity. You have to be so sincere
that it hurts, or your point won’t pierce. But
you’re popping a bubble that was floating along
and made it above the clouds, sailing free and blissful,
never once assuming that it would ever burst
because it didn’t actually know how fragile it was
or that it was simply made of soap.
WHARVED 