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