An Exhaustive View of Things
Now that the wheat has been
mostly separated from the chaff,
I will speak my thoughts within,
upon my own behalf.
Anyone looking might not
find me to be beautiful,
and even though I might agree,
I must say I think I’m sculptural.
Nature and life have comprehensively,
sometimes to an exorbitant degree,
taken their blades, chisels and styli to me,
letting the years do the rest,
not that any of it has been a test.
What is left might not earn a ten
on the Russian judge’s score,
but I think it’s still okay when
I consider a body of seventy-four.
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