Can any one here find me
catch me; cook up; crochet, create me

just a little felt blanket
for the rubber farm animals
work-horses, pigs, triceratops
bandaged in paper
at the busy animal hospital.

Deliver your offers here, and here
there, there, there.
We're talking everywhere 
aren't we? Then the job is done.
Are you not then flying birds
like all things natural as the tides 
where borders are not barriers.

Success is a great driver isn't it?
For the high winds that drive around the world
the sky's the limit. Shall we test our wings 
a little further?

Can any one here make me
cobble together, smoke out, steal
anything but sell me

A thirty-nine per cent proof tonic
to ease all the questions that plague me.
I'd happily promote it and take none 
of the credit you'd so richly deserve.

A solution to dissolve the nightmares:
injustice, exploitation, poverty
I'd have thrown to the same shameful pit
as cannibalism, and heads on poles.

And is there any one
who has been hiding their dreams
better than they hide their crimes?
There is no better time to be bold
I will certainly follow. For now
it looks like a bombs gone off in here
and I'm going through the debris
just trying to find a little felt.