The Weasel
This poem feature in a newsletter from Kevin's
record label -Rockport in the late 90's.

I am the weasel
ferreting through the mails
gnawing through the prison
hedgehog prickle bars
you pompous poodles
have provided

I am the masked
mouse-hole monster
most beloved of weasel-worshippers

I take no prisoners
though I perpetually
prevaricate as to the rightness
and correctness
of my solitary

I'm a woefully worried weasel
(especially on weekdays)
though at weekends
I waltz a lot

What else can a weasel do?