I'D RATHER BE THE COAT
My means are so mixed up and bundled,
they wear me like a dead-weight. I can
hardly move. Once upon a time, everything
was going my way. Now, I walk in wayward
steps, tripping over myself and squinting hard
to see. I'd rather be the coat I'm wearing then
coat the being that's me. My caper is of
legend, yet I cannot skip this town : I
have friends on the ramparts
and friends underground.
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