I’m a nightwalker
Brash, humble
And a slow talker
I’m eschewed, misused
Abused, chewed, and
Hidden from view.
I take
Manipulate
Crush, mend and
Bend straight.
I’m a sour soul
A hopeless hole
I’ll eat you up
And spit you out
Until I turn
To hit the next route
Because I’m a tired piper
a clown then a viper
a sheep then a goat
a castle without a moat
I always worry
But Never in a hurry
Choose me
And you’ll be sorry