Seeing only what is a head below your face
Intuition we have sold to loosen your lace
Can opener hands to pry open and leave in shame
Kind words that seek to find the end to our suffering
Not for -who are they-? but only for ourselves
Eagerly willing to beg and claim we need help
Simply to touch, to hold, and to feel
Stealing all we can, then leaving at the sound of a 'squeal'