Catherine Two

Is it peace or fame, a bird on the wire, that you rage against, shuffling out the gloom, chanting to the wind, no one flies to you, many come this way, they pester you for hire, ask and ask again, tell them what to do, your face dire, what’s forever blue, an offering to the naysay, a burnt-out tyre, this is all you give, always someone's due, their wretched desire, nothing else of virtue, the miracle they crave, is not what you desire, betrayed by brains, you play with fire