I’ve spent too much time Following clues in the dark, Hanging out in the park, Smoking cigarettes, Looking inconspicuous, Writing things in notebooks Only to be stored beneath the bed, Following leads to my door, Forgotten who I’m working for. Who put me on this case In the first flipping place? And why does it always end in questions?
I’ve heard criticisms before Of people’s general attire That make me suspicious Black Prince Machinations Hidden hints Fascinations And although you may be right You can hide a shining light If you have to
If I tried to disguise the fact By writing a poem about a cow And how we tried to move it Cajole it with handfuls of grass Push it and smack it on the ass I’d be wasting my words Like I’m wasting my breath Your outspoken manner Just bores me to death.