I’m always grabbing the rug,
pulling it out from under tyrants,
and shredding it right in front of them,
and then in front of wanderers unsuspecting

the tyrants wanted to take on some sleight of hand
carpet ride. Because I’ve this magical power
to squash all trickery, and I don’t like watching
megalomaniacs’ woven enchantments

and cast spells dragging innocents
on rollercoaster illusions. I’ve seen lawyers paid
in gold, but what good am I? 
I have won every single case

but never changed a single mind. I should like
to take others’ time, giving people things they actually
come into community for, when support and empowerment
are not always knowledge, or when lecturing

isn’t what knowledge is for. I will learn to build
elevators. I’ll weave rugs into resting mats. 
I will conjures stairs, shelters, pedestals.
I will learn to transform into a wanderers’ tent.