I don't cooperate often. When I do,
companions take note
                                -- but again,
the system in place a cog, one who, and I quote,
"can't see the ball", but feels it
often misplaced and tempestuous.
-- I do feels my own yellow
and eyes, much like rain

(they fall)  any which way the boat.
A stoppage deep, to keep from earning
Also, a tightness in my upper throat:      a gasp,
a yearning.
On an evening much like last

                   -- I give thanks for understanding.