Large Withdrawal

This may sound strange
But, do I look like a bank?
Despite needing change
I try my best to be frank
And tell folks there’s no money here
While they extend their hands and sneer.

Appointed

In the twilight of the time shift
I feel a bit ahead
Through endless sands we all sift
For grains of truth that fled

A second can become a week
A minute now a year
The threat of loss controls the meek
The hour of judgement here.

Taken Aback

Everything I ever say
Is always meant in the nicest way
Unless you’ve got me seeing red
Then we’ll both regret what’s said.