Jiffy

Packed bags, solemn bow, humbled by stenciled maturity

The years have grown so fast, millisecond seconds, or so it seems

Split peas, split seams, split personality, the hair remains intact

One hundred feet and two short yards, I am spilt, trickle forth

Crossed lines, jousting knights, mossless wall, dewy bright

Cracked competition, rising damp, muffled applause

Etched bravery, cowardly advances, paper mache mask

Painted, punched, effective effervescence, ripened fruit

Rotted youth