I don't suppose you think
That I'm any more than this
Than chains on my feet that link
Me to the ground, like the rest of them.
Than a blinding smile, formed
In order to keep suspicion at bay.
Than perfection performed
To be used and abused each day.
You like to hear the kind words
That I bring to you in herds
But not prepared to offer sincerity.
I'm afraid I must tell you
I am more than you think ,
More than I give,
More than you take-
At least
That's what he tells me.
