I’m a hallowed insubstantial husk of words,
no substance,
no foundation;
I’m a tower poised to fall.

I’m an irrepressible force of whim
Fighting to break free
From my own silly trappings

I'm a scrap from your table
And crumbs are so hard to catch
And the vultures circle
Like a dog chasing its own tail
Waiting for me

But I grin and bear you
Bear you bare
I swallow my bitterness like a cyanide pill

But the bile won't stay down.

And I'm a tower poised to fall.