My stomach is thicker,
My hair is thinner.
My line is slender
Between saint and sinner.
My ink is lighter
Yet the words are darker.
The dog in my soul
Is a raucous barker.
The ears don’t listen,
But the themes are louder.
The people who hear them
Make me much prouder.
Don’t care about the money,
Don’t fret over cost.
The only thing that matters
Is the point will get across.