You might, ya know
Because you do need to dig a little deeper in order to find what it is exactly that might work for you
Might be a rhyme
Or not at all, perhaps
Some unsuspecting poet sitting in some unsuspecting corner without as much as a crust to call
Then you make him your one, your own
Step on up to the fore, unclog these harpooned ears for a while
Smile and say: “Please, let me see what it is that you might like to say?”
Ye sit and pray, say what everyone might just like to say; close your’ eyes, prise all of everything in
Sins pouring on out of you; this man, the exact one who lies across from you
Once oh so cruel and now he is found