"counterrevolution" - 6/5/21
There are some people who are so resistant to change
That they reject you out of hand when you embrace it
Like a wheelbarrow stuck in molasses mud amazed
By its own inertia watery eyes of the intractable grow
Wide with offense lashing out ego flailing like a fish tail
Against the whitewashed icy wall of what once was
Blood stained canvases become a comfort to those
Of us who subsist on the idea that stagnancy is death
It seems worth it then, to wrestle within and often
Without it's the revolution-clout fiery souls demand
I'm speaking of course of Scorpios. Don't dare try
To tell me I am the same as I was before (be warned)