Four Pounds In Two Days

They say you walk around
As if a ghost had crossed your path
And turned into a reading materialAnd as it happens to be chosen
From the torn or taffeta
You're frozen in the contemplation of a winOkay, that was maybe a little heavy
On the word play
But as first thoughts go
They were mostly to the rightAnd as you register an itch
Or the things that makes you sweat
To accuse the weights and measures of a lie, a lie