The Operative

You were never found to be backward

Or wanting in anyway

You were hidden so cleverly in love

What scheme did you obey!

And I know why you go so slow

You had such strange disappointments

Too bare against the paint

You knew the handle was broken

And your strong arm was faint

And I know why you go so slow

Your tired empire’s fallen

Victim to your unease

You could make yourself so useful

If you’d get on your knees

And I know why you go so slow