are farsighted? I’m splitting in two in front of them, and still I can’t get their attention. They walk over me like I’m fallen leaves. I feel so used. I beg and
I plead for some relief. But they think it’s my usual drama. So, I wear my steely armor and smile. I’m not fooling anyone, least of all myself. So, I hide in a bottle like a ship. And just like
the ship I can’t get out of the narrow mouth. And there’s a cork at the head that won’t let anything in. So, here I’m all alone by myself, which is something I’m used to. And now since I’m split at the bow I’ve no masts but two hulls.