took your yarn of cliche statements
spun the ball
knitted it without a loom or needle
wore it as a hat
until it turned to fall
kept me warm
protected me of the breeze
when asked who created it
I replied none at all
puzzled the looks on faces
of onlookers and askers
who had no understanding
that this hat was just a call
a cry between arguments
a plea bargain with no money
simply this was a collective
brought on by a brawl