The Title Would Give It Away

Smile upon me, oh my faithful son.
Cry beneath me, o selfless servant.
Be so kind to pardon this uh-pun
You watchers who be so observant:
Please unravel this riddle I spun.

I see with my ears; with eyes I hear.
I’ve known much status but little quo.
I am neither here nor am I there.
Of ignorance I will never know.
Of indifference I could not care.

Sure I can walk down the beaten path –
But I can beat my own all the same.
Yes I’ve inspired in Him a wrath –
But merely one tear and He is tame.
It is an old joke yet still I laugh.

I cannot speak but I have said much.
I cannot walk but I have wandered.
I cannot feel but all I can touch.
I cannot think but I have pondered.
I cannot limp but I have a crutch.

[Eros eroding the bottom lines.
Pieces peace together the fixture.
Axioms axing axis-confines.
Scholars de-scripting a new scripture.
Termites de-terminating de-vines.

Refurbished reefers re-ding re-fines.
Deities depicting de-picture.
Signor’s signature signing de-signs.
Mixing minxes mixing the mixture.
Sum-one sum-where as-summing sum-times.]

I’m a-verse to the itty-bitty.
Never liked getting lost in de-tale.
But when it gets to nitty-gritty,
I like to purchase bulk in re-tail.
And that’s me in a witty-ditty.

[Am I the reader or the writer?
who am i who are you Cigarette or lighter?

Are you the writer or the reader?
who am i who are you Follower or leader?]