I am a man of many words, and I would like to believe some of them are understandable. I am Mr. Mumbles. I am a sailor in a cast iron boat. I am a vagabond. I am a fool. I am a mountaintop yodeler. I am a crate of TNT. I was a button pusher. I was a soap soaked prune finger. I was a stumblin' class going to-er. Now, I am just.
As I walk, so I talk
As I see, so I read
As I take, so I make
As I forego, so I let go
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I find it strange that there can be no swearing
on PoemHunter.com.
For swearing is in the vernacular of people
big and small.
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So I brought home a new car and a new laptop computer for her to use
and she looked at me unbelievably, as if to say,
'How can you justify spending this much money? '
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I cannot fix the kitchen sink.
Though I think, and think, and think
no amount of plunging
will from the mouth of the drain release
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