When you read me your latest sin
Soft syllables string into a full-bodied recital
Rich melody rings loud for the souls left homeless
Price to pay for belonging to a flesh shell this entitled

Born from stardust found in rice and beans
I lay in puddles where I feel myself living
And I cannot feel for anyone else
Yet I so often break from others’ misgivings

Gifts of loss of faith of the self
I blame not the wand that blooms blush from grey pallor
For being little more than a string puppet
Manned by a master who performs others for valor


—Drafted for Fraud