Someone Like Me {Poetry}

The Tricker

You shouldn’t wear

        { Tell or share }

Your heart on your sleeve

        { For others to perceive }

Or it will be pocketed.

Some things

        { Singing, stinging wings }

Should be kept well out of sight

        { From writhing hissing heights }

Of those who wish you harm

        { An armed alarm }

Be a stranger,

        { A changer of danger }

A charmer

        { With fluorescent armor }

A thief,

        { A sheaf, a leaf }

Or a sneak

        { To keep thy sleep }

Just as well,

        { A dwelling belle }

But please leave me alone.