Complaining on the plain

It is apparent and done on the cheap
I scream "this is what I look like" and cover my head in a paper bag
I grab the first person I see and whisper huskily "that is what I want" with my hand in his or her pocket
I have a thousand talents and the graspingness of a caged octopus
and change my colours in mid-season to match each passing shoe
clip clop blue
There's always a wrong to be righted after it's undressed
but the velleity to unveil must be accurately assessed
and it's a theorem that each particle possesses free will
if we do
clip clop red
spin cycle spinnaker spanker
sometimes I lie bleeding on the edge
the sphinx yawns in our wind
         who's riddle? our piddle
right
violate then abort

(thanks to Z.D.)