Is it just entertainment, all this playing with words
Like flying is to one of the birds 
And they’re all dressing up in pretty gowns
I arrange myself in verbs and nouns 
And adjectives seem to seep from my wounds
I wish I could command one of those rooms 
Like she does
As she flails into the arms of love
And it catches her again and again 
Is it only the men 
Who keep her bed warm at night 
Or is it the fire that we ignite 
As we sip wine by the sill 
And I sigh and roll my eyes at the way she will 
Deftly avoid the truth
As she takes refuge in her youth 
But it’s almost spent 
Doesn’t mean that the purity went
And would you pay any money to be an actress
And you can rely on my exactness
As I underline the point I try to prove 
But I’m just the pen something else will use 
To delineate a design 
And he is hers and she is mine 
Until I let her go 
And I would but then you’d know 
Exactly what you’re dealing with 
You bite the tongue that wants to call me a bitch 
As we’re trading barbs 
Like the fence that lines our yard 
And keeps the animals in tow 
But if I hadn’t nailed it then you wouldn’t know 
Where it is you’re going next 
I gotta ask “did you suspect?”