Take Me To Your Leader, Pt. 2

I don't have a picture of you.

I don't even know what you look like.

I don't mean your face, your form,

That cheap car your mind drives

Because it can't afford anything better,

Needs to get around,

and doesn't have the gumption

To try a motorcycle.

I mean you you—

Not appearance, not performance—

Everything you can hide

For as long as it takes to see me,

For the time it takes until you need

To ask to be excused to leave.