It Is
It is a gaping whale's mouth Sucking in the cold ocean In search of some krill A crystalized cavern Draped in shadows Full of the unknown It breathes and lives Sometimes it changes skins And travels far But you'll always know where it's been Because it's always where you are It's a gravitational pull A swirling black hole Pulling stars and debris in Never letting go A necessity A burden It is a symbol of status For which we hunt In a money fueled jungle Where more is never enough Reach inside and pull out Something different each time But it's still not what you were Looking to find It is both a convenience and a curse It is a female necessity Chosen selectively It's the subject of this verse The cause of your perplexity It is a purse.