Thank God I’m not proud.
I laugh at myself out loud.
When I’ve had enough I cry.
If only I could manage a sigh.
I’m not a gimme person.
Place me anywhere.
I’ll get along cuz I’m fare.
Shirt off my wings beyond reason.
As for lust I’ve had enough.
Can handle myself any time.
Like playing golf in the buff
or wrestling crocs into line.
Why envy? I’m open to the sky.
Nobody’s up there. Why try?
Piss in the air and expect to cry.
Here’s mud in your why!
I’m the snake who bites its own tail.
Swallows whole till seen no more.
Envy. Where? I partially fail.
A knot’s knocking at my door.
Keep feeding me till I grow sick
of vegetable soup on a hickory stick.
Too many images flow into one.
On and on till one is none.
Such sloth in the face of danger
I’ll remember you as a stranger.
Many others not on our side
can’t stop, don’t hide, but preside!