"Who are you? Give me a clue"
A common question shared between reader and writer too
That is an answer held by only a few
I'm a man of few hues
I own no creatures that mew
The hands on my watch are bound by glue
Not too fond of things that are new
Blot them tears, on your face a smile I shall imbue
A simple favour only returned by a few of my crew
To find me, follow the flaming flat footed prints from my shoe
Get lucky and catch me asleep under a pew
Invade my dreams if you must answer your question of who
The skeletons there will whisper my name, "Rip Blue"
With bruised bones and a burnt soul, I'll pluck you from my head
Toss you aside so you can plan to **** me dead
Bury in my garden behind my white shed
Until you get the courage to do just that, I'll monger fear and dread
Up until the day I find my Shred Red