An Ode Of Old Rope

I don't drink & I don't smoke.
I don't snort yogurt
& I never get my oats.
Don't like a lil' joke
w/ the commonfolk
- got no strength,
so I need one hope:
got a length of rope,
good ol' length of rope
I keep at the back of the wardrobe.

Cheat a cruel God,
coz you're mentally scarred.
An escape pod,
outta jail card.
Ghost eyes of glass,
lost marbles in the yard
- ain't no waterworks from waxworks
at Madam Tussards!

Behind my polyester,
behind her nylon,
ain't no witch & 
there ain't no lion.
Ain't no suit gonna 
maketh me a man,
or broaden my shoulder
l/ Alexis Colby's!
Foetal pose
in Emperor's new clothes,
accessorisin' only
w/ a length of rope.
Long overdue
nuchal cord  
I keep at the back 
of the wardrobe.

Wrote my note,
said I felt l/ Job
when Lucifer had a
flutter w/ the Lord,
'cept my faith broke.
I tried to choke
lump in my throat, 
but knot went nope.
Jobsworth in white coat
confiscated my rope,
but I still gotta cord
on my acute ward robe.