Nothing
I am not dead.
I am not broken.
I am not a billboard.
I am not a token.
I am not a monkey.
I am not a dupe.
I am not a junkie.
Or a can of cream of mushroom soup.
I am not a killer.
I am not a slave.
I am not a filler.
I am not a knave.
I am not the disease.
Nor am I the cure.
Not completely clean.
Definitely not pure.
I always speak lies.
Which is definitely the truth.
I like cherry pies.
Never had vermouth.
My memory has holes.
Can't capture my dreams.
Nothing consoles.
Nor is as it seems.
I am.
I am not broken.
I am not a billboard.
I am not a token.
I am not a monkey.
I am not a dupe.
I am not a junkie.
Or a can of cream of mushroom soup.
I am not a killer.
I am not a slave.
I am not a filler.
I am not a knave.
I am not the disease.
Nor am I the cure.
Not completely clean.
Definitely not pure.
I always speak lies.
Which is definitely the truth.
I like cherry pies.
Never had vermouth.
My memory has holes.
Can't capture my dreams.
Nothing consoles.
Nor is as it seems.
I am.


2 Comments:
I smiled today
at your word play.
~K
bablu
Slumber is through, not awake yet this day.
Inertia on cue, in bed I wish I could stay.
Too much to do and little to say.
Big list to get through and with that I'm away.
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