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'