|Image from Calico Jack McGurk (though I don't know where it is originally from)|
I look like my own man.
In new shoes and a silk tie.
Pressed pants and flat collars.
What I speak sounds
Just like my mind might,
If it were mine.
But I’ve got a secret,
I’m not quite as honest as Abe.
I’ve got something under my stovepipe hat
My beard is taped on.
I’ve kept it tucked away.
My secret. My dependence.
Rumpled in thousand dollar trouser pockets
It shapes me like a wood carver.
Whittles to the bone.
When it cuts that deep
You’d all be submissive
To whatever it is.
Even if it’s not what you think.
Based on the Three Word Wednesday prompt of kept, dependence, and rumple. After I wrote it, I began to like the Abe Lincoln reference more, thinking about some information I recently learned about him and the Emancipation Proclamation.