What's this?
A set-up?
I never volunteered
To be the patsy.
A whipping boy?
Don't like the story line,
Or being the understudy
Of a flip side;
An expendable.
This is a con
In night gallery.
I'm in the crowd,
In the frame,
And the shot is printed.
Success at shutter speed.
Then you wrote a letter,
Started it endearingly,
Signed it with an old promise
That once was clear to me.