I’m about to give up.
Throw in the sponge.
Here comes a thought
Shall I take the plunge?
Is it good enough?
Shall I change the pace?
Dig a little deeper?
Hesitate for grace?
What kind of spook am I?
Do I shout to be seen?
Who watches before me?
Lay off! I’m no thing!
Except feeling wanted,
yet not understood,
I look haunted
wearing a hood!
Step outside for a second.
See a frame and bric-a-brac:.
Frost and Wallace in an alley.
Stand them back to back.
Make them take twelve paces.
Turn around and face sneers.
We’ll watch from the shadows.
Hope they’ll blabber in tears.
Now they kick those props.
Turn and walk side by side.
Watch out! They’re after us!
Run! Duck!! Hide!!!