Hunting Buffalo

Did you really think I was't ready?  
Night after night listening  
to you telling me how it's done;  
 
"Don't leave any carcass on the Poem."  
 
The imagery, or what I imagine  
I can learn from walking  
through the hypocrisy of your rules  
 
You never meant to shoot yourself  
in the foot, it came as an interruption  
not a Natural ending  
to your baseless assumptions  
 
Now I know when to leave the room  
drain the bathtub of its sea  
Hunt serial Buffalo ( Billy )  
and not feel a thing  
 
Because at the end of every  
secret is a tongue.  
 
And it's never the little things  
that mattered to Detective Columbo -  
like how ignorant he was viewed    
 
Anymore than to the woman  
acting dumb, starstruck  
just to see how her colleagues  
would respond  
 
It's never the little things  
that matter, those individual  
occurrences from day to day,  
but the sum of them All  
   
that become the aftershock  
stuffed into a briefcase  
carried out the door  
of a promotion  
 
Giving the chauvinists  
one more view from behind  
of her climbing  
that corporate ladder of Life.  
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