A Wisp of Smoke

I am an escape artist the best in my field I never hang about with brouhaha or ado presenting long-winded monologues to explain, gesticulating wildly or a self-convincing soliloquy when I'm gone, I'm gone. Usually the trigger is an awkward feeling that seeps into my soul seeping and twisting into the wires of my brain nudging and prodding get your ass in gear you are not wanted here and, before anyone notices I'm clear as the tail end of smoke a wisp of smoke I am an escape artist the very best in my field.