So for now, I’m Switzerland.

Impartial to the artificial sweetener,
Wrapped in alliance,
Presented with value,
With a taste so sweet,
But clever to sidestep.

Uninterested in swinging knifes,
Seemingly inconsequential,
Covertly hiding ulterior motives,
An expression so simple,
But sharp against skin.

Independent to the watch’s demand
Waiting for the next tick,
Seldomly reality,
Boosting class,
But an expense not worth it.

And fair to the deafening bells.
Heavy on the membrane,
With a collar that keeps choking,
Intended to fright,
But a hum to tune out.

So for now,
I remain Switzerland.
Neither pugnacious
Nor convivial.
Untouchable.