WHAT I NEVER SAID

Snake Eyes I mark time with a rhythmic step. Someone cosigns 'cause I can't write the check. A pathetic trip in my mind; the obstacle I cannot find A trail of money left behind. And with a crooked spine not 'cause I'm a braggart I walk with a swagger And to and fro on a crooked line so I look to come and go all the time Still they look to criticize What it is they can find As pride is unbecoming so I lower my sights so they can't see me coming. I'm a chameleon in a petty coat A glove for slight of hand and a scarf to seal my throat When words need to stay at bay Because no moment is exactly the same So I have to play the day