I see through him (you, yes you.)
If you wonder why
things are the way they are
you could always ask again
you could always approach me first

You’d claim it’s a coincidence
A conglomeration of comrades casually collecting
A den of thieves
Turned inward in your rabbit-skin shoes
“We had no intention to exclude”
We had no intention to include

You shop
In search of a pedestal for your heart
When a perfectly good heart-pedestal waits
and writes you letters on fresh new stationery
(Letters you never open)