Weaseling in without even the need for sheep's clothes.
It matters not what I have
when I’m not the animal.
It’s not the contest I seek,
but the contestant.
Go all around and tell me what the price is to send forward...
I’ll tell you the answer,
but it’s not what you’ll want to hear.
It speaks to me within it’s greatest fear,
‘One, two, three, do you need more?’
I know the taste is poor,
but the toll is heavy.
Let me tell you when I’m ready.
It’s never enough,
or it’s too much.
It’s what I’ve come to expect
with such a sour note
when all you all ever needed
was an escape coat...
An article to point at and say,
‘There it is.’
‘There’s the fabric that will take our place.’
‘There’s the material that will wrap us in and wring us out.’
‘There’s the disregarded shawl.’
‘There’s the rag (the cover)
*That will take the blame for us all.’