A Call Off

A Call Off by Jack A.S. Dunce I raise the white flag, call quits. Matched by some coded packets of bit -- your sunlit notes to my dismal wit. I won't anymore play in this waiting game. We've piled the pyre enough to set it to flame. I even threw some parts of what makes my name. It's a shame you refuse still to do the same. In your world, does this old hat not fit? Are disparate worlds ordained to split? Will you wave the flag, call quits? ©️pgmr 01/31/2024