Dirty, matted underbelly
Splitting open the thinning flesh
Lift it with the fingers I will
Sink into its center
Bound to my chair
I will speak in riddles
Which are soluble in what?
Or questions that mislead the answers
To thinking they have anything to do
With what I just said
With gargling and choking sounds
It cries wolf
But the wolves would rather starve
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