Consequential Residue

No matter if your head 

is tipped left or right

Or whether a thing is examined

During the day or the night

There you sit, in your debris

Dusty remnants of decisions made much to hastily

Consequential Residue

There you are. But what to do?

Do you approach from the front?

Or approach from the rear?

But what if IT captures you?

What then should you do?

Do you have a sense of humour?

Can you laugh it away?

Or are you pious and proper

And that require that you pray?

Or do you require more effort than even that

Like continual sweeping of your creepage back under your mat?

Should you bag and tag?

Or toss off the bridge?

Should you mount the head of it?

Or stick it to the door of your fridge?

It is just so very much to decide

Whether to display ... or whether to hide