I've got the fragility
fit only for contempt
never dare dodge
or claim a gram of flesh exempt
bear my symbolic stature
heaped with blame
mocked for the presumed retreat
but actually immune from shame
maybe even resemble it
too closely for comfort
want to sew a silk lining
on my obligatory hairshirt
no idea if I'm supposed to
read the book or not
Suppose in my presumed retreat
no matter what:
I'm a craven snot
what