All Lines

I played a trick on you, a nasty trick
With gumballs, wool, and travesties of care,
As true as darkness in the empty air.
We never tried to beat you with a stick,
Or chide when you laid things on pretty thick
(You villains! villains! Strike me if you dare!),
So, nasty as it was, it ended there,
Until you called the cops. You make me sick.

You claim this is a matter of respect,
But you know better, don't you? There are folks
Who think the world is merely hubs and spokes,
But you know better. All lines intersect.
Keep listening. Resent lies. Rise. Reject
Revenge, and leave us have our little jokes.