My play is clever as can be.
I play at plays in playing like a bee.
I’m unafraid. I’m foolish. I am free.
I speak uncensored my unbound thought.
Emancipated thinker of the ‘Not’!
And then narrate myself into a knot.
Don’t round things out. Impudence is me.
Unpolished awkwardness I well may be.
My brevity plays flair to a tee.
Love, infidelity and tears – all dried up.
Of subjects new I want to drink a cup.
My playfulness for morals is a trap.