with all respect
i choose not to negelct
nor reflect
in the mirror

how queer
last year
i was not here
i was there
but then again
i was not
but what
or where was i
then
fat
lean
a mean lovin' machine
now i'm old
i'm fat
i'm a flat ass
passin' gas
thru my nostrils
natrally
i want to be
young again
bold
a story untold
a fold
yet unfolded

if only i aeette right
jogged
run ran walked
talked
did not smoke
didn't toke
take no drink
did not think

i'd be healthy
wealthy
& wise

but not me
see
i be who i be

a smoker
a tokrr
a drinker
a drunk
a sknunk
a munk for all seasons
a priest with no reasons
a preacher
a teacher
a reacher

a poet i be
poetry is me
so read me
or read & weap

hell, my shit ain;t deep

with all respect
i don't expect
new readers
just bottom feeders