carabear

the upper hand

I know the answer

It’s easy

He seems unsure

Why doesn’t he believe me?

 

Where is his sixth sense?

Know my competence

It’s easy

Is he dense?

 

My eyes are up here not down there

Where my hips appear

It’s easy

The answer sits between my lips

Flooding from my tongue

Still he doesn’t believe me

That’s fine

Hear him

Believe him

 

Trusting a man over someone with the Credentials everyone seeks

Notice he stands confident like a tree

We were both correct

Stolen credit I see