Part-time in a name
Other times, am I sane?
The ground shook for a second
The sky drops down at night
No one else sees that, I reckon
Take with it what you might
Each prop given up at checkout
Loosely held and spinning
A figurine dances on its pole
Keys jangle as I find the keyhole
Despite the respite, I keep it light
Spitting image of what came before
But in different clothes, ever so slight
A kink, a word, a quirk
Human suit, requires some assembly
Scratch and claw, I made it work
Identity sold separately