imbroglio

Lately I’ve been the opposite of jeopardy
I haven’t had all the answers
If anything, the opposite

I know my toes from my fingers
I know the sky from the sea
But put me in a room full of grannies and criminals
And ask me to figure out who is more innocent
Then you’ll have a pool of discomfort

Lately I’ve been spending wheelbarrows full of energy
On solutions. Internal, external,
the magical ones that cure all evil
and my currency seems to have been de-valued
as I’m not getting very far ahead in this checkout line

I know the clouds from the trees
I know the rum from the vodka
But put me in a circle of friends and enemies
And ask me to figure out who’s loyal enough to come to my birthday
Then you’ll have an upset stomach

Lately I’ve explored what it means to be right.
To be righteous, to be honourable, to wear valour like a pin
And I haven’t come up with the exact formula
For this shaken, not stirred, ideal.

I know the day from night
I know the flesh from the feed
But put me in a butcher shop behind the counter
And watch the hacksaw swing left, right, and around
And nick nothing but me.