Cache is a bison tube that has only a logbook. Please bring your own writng instrument to sign the logbook and replace as found.
I walk in the room and your jaw hits the floor,
I don’t say a word—yet you’re rattled for sure.
You flinch at my name, can’t stand that I’m seen,
I’m haunting your thoughts like a bad magazine.
You craft little jabs, but they land like a breeze,
While I live in your brain with unbothered ease.
You stew and you spiral, you rant to your crew—
Meanwhile I’m out here just doing what’s due.
You can’t shake the fact that I don’t even try,
I rise like the sun while you seethe and ask “why?”
I’m the itch in your mind you can’t ever scratch,
The one on the leaderboard you just couldn’t catch.
You frame me in stories, you hint and you sneer,
But I’m what they laugh at when you’re not near.
I don’t need a comeback—your rage is enough,
You’re loud, but I’ve noticed you’re fragile and bluff.
So post all your drama, keep flailing, go wild—
I’ll sip from my thermos and laugh like a child.
’Cause I live rent-free where your peace used to be,
And darling, that’s power—unpaid and carefree.
Congratulations to jtee, capjap, and JJCHO on the FTF!