Its a crime more serious than a misdemeanor. Its what one knee might call the other.

Nay, nothing is ever perfect, I say. In fact, I prefer this idea, tearing things down is easier than building them up, you see?

I come before events unfold, An omen in the air. I whisper hints of things untold, Foreshadowing despair.

I am the pig of the evergreens. I advise against petting me.

I can cause a disappearance, but I cannot stay on top. People use me to wash.