Sit it out
Bronze and curly
Chasing around a cat
With no intentions
Of catching
Or being caught
You are the slipperiest part
Of wishy-washy high-waters
You beg and beg
To advise the president
Then hurl yourself
Into the pit of quit
With a cross-bow
Then an oar

You dizzy you
You dizzy me
And angels even
Tip their heads
And whisper
Bless her heart
Well bless her

You, chattering on
With conviction
And certainty
About how mute you must be
Articulating perfectly
It’s the high-beamed high-light
High-minded serpentine
Waver of a leader
Who would rather quit
Than punctuate a thought
Talk louder
With zigs and zags
And cut your prey
Then chew lazily

You dizzy you
You dizzy me
And angels even
Tip their heads
And whisper
Bless her heart
Well bless her