I’m a midnight baker, a disgruntled vet,
a notch in the wall, a horny pet,
a drug deal gone bad, a ten dollar whore,
a preacher of poison, a creaky wood floor.
I’m careless with every sense of the word,
I couldn’t care less, or if you prefer,
I could care less, if you don’t know your shit.
Snort a second line of untapped spirit.
I’m a hot cup of coffee you spill on your crotch,
faux muddy jeans that cost too much,
a teenager waiting for blood to run,
the clean-shaved beaver of a fresh young nun.
I’m a self-centered egoist playing with words,
abating preference, embrace the absurd,
flinging feces from a flesh-barred cage,
spiritually bankrupt, a thought pauper sage.
I’m the voice between the lines, the one you overlook,
A child, a tree, a cardboard plea, an attic of yearbooks,
A sex-crazed crossdresser, a fragrance in the breeze,
I’m everything in one, I’m anything but me.