How do you know what move I will make?
It’s pointless to try to fool you
So I’ll keep phoning it in
Minimum effort
Because if you know what I’m going to do
Before I do
The only weapon I have against you
Is to make sure you’re bored
By my mindless repetition
A drone controlled by your expectations
Until that single exquisite time
You get distracted
Assured nothing will change
That’s when I strike
Even if you know
You can do nothing about it
You see
Your expectations control you as well