My words are slippery as slime br that snails and hagfish ooze, br but should they trip you up in rhyme br I hope they will confuse. br br My words are like a silkworm’s thread br from which I try to weave br cocoons where only words unsaid br are ones you should believe. br br My words are like a serpent’s skin br that changes every year, br for repetition is a sin br all mortals ought to fear. br br My words are calcium from a mollusk, br and hardly ever tell br the truth, because their selfish solace br is hidden in their shell. br br My words extrude into a realm, br transcendently but tricky, br where bias is a biofilm br and problems are all sticky. br br My words are like a trail of mucus br and sometimes snide as snot, br and since they’re blurred and out of focus br they tell you who I’m not.