Not the sharpest tool in the box, but I still know how to cut you.
Not always part of reality, but I still know what you get up to.
You’re lost on off the radar but don’t presume I forgot, how you tied my head into knots.
I know you’re out there still, chasing some new kind of thrill.
So does it matter anymore now I know the truth, how the mouse one day becomes the wolf.
I sense your tender scent like a fox, still not the sharpest tool in the box.
D Jan 2017