If the little puppies
Whined and whimpered
I'll stop playing with them
And let them banter.

If the spice is right
And it somehow overpowered
I'll let it be
For it'll simmer on its own.

If a clueless person
Never thought about me
I'll just let it all slide
Someday, they'll notice me.

If being alone is a good thing
Along the magenta fluff
I'll always be an introvert
Forevermore.

If the picture smiles back
And pull me in a momentous capture
I'll let them drag me
And daydream about their pleasing structure.

If I'm now a clairvoyant
Interpreting and intercepting my words
I'll let my mouth flow
For sure I would not curse.

...

Or maybe I will...
Maybe I'll curse and chant something against it
Those alibis, those ramblings
For sure; I'll devour all of those.

But one thing's for sure
For now, I'll never roll a slope
So steep, not low
That I'm sure I'll provoke.