smooth silver bullets/around the round table

put in the corner, the shooting started

silver bullets, well stocked with wrong words

information withheld to observe behaviour

with scrupulously malicious intent

that was what mattered most

not facts

although they were necessary to understand

the entire endeavour

was based on a laptop, pen and paper

for the whole situation to smooth over

all too twisted smithereens

shuffled outside the rules

for this game to end

should I decide or someone else?

enforced with its manpower

spread in as many directions as the premises

allow forgetting the most important thing

that we are gathered here because of me

they did it because of me

all these stupid things

humiliated and hindered I have become

smoothness has gone astray thanks to their methods

body language has deteriorated

sank into oblivion

unlike the one presented by them

in different light and shade

opposite to mine

I desperately searched for something to hold on to

a piece of smooth furniture surface

but they were all rough

with all the grease and grime soaking into my skin

and not letting me breathe

in the same air at the round table

I guess we couldn’t pull it through

as there were no corners to turn to

stuck in one place

on the verge of collapse

from the biggest imbroglio