Tool

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

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