I am the sweater

for while you weather the weather

I am the warmth

of a holey disposition

you’re frigid but are you cold?

you’re paid but are you sold?

More or less I am told

I am the sweater

for whether you weather the weather

I am the calm

of a shying shielded sun

you’re loud but have you told?

you’re here but are you bold?

More or less I am told

You are the body for a cardigan

all that you seem at its seams

You are the knitted lion with its mane

of a proud and brilliant claim

you’re hungry but have you fed?

you roar but have you said?

confessed a truth in red

pull this thread

pull this thread.