The days I feel I am a fool, it is as if
I am dressed in a billowy canary jumper
dotted with a rouge of polka dots
and a foam ball on my nose.
With floppy ketchup shoes and French fry laces
I waddle about
trying to say serious things that come out like
"Life is short, call your mother!"
"You are what you do, not what you say you'll do!"
and the eyes settle on me
unwavering
for a moment
and then they laugh.
I am earnest in all things
on these days
but when the big daisy on my lapel
squirts them in the eye,
I'm just not taken seriously -
but this is me.
Just me.
