Mucked Up

I am being eaten alive by mosquitoes
Standing in the swamp of your reasoning
Mired down by this backwoods logic
Having all the solidity of a bog
And sturdiness of buoyant rotting deckwood
Twined together underfoot

Stagnating in the dark water
Reside Truths collected throughout the years
Investments deposited into no particular account
And although preserved for an unspecified duration
Interest accrued from these will eventually be consumed
Likewise by the acidic nature of an apathy
You have mistaken for philosophy