identity

please.
when i think of carrot smelling marathon runners
it is what i think of.

not some nonsensical grape farmer trying to weed out
the ravaging prostitues stealing his grapes and using them
to pose for roman styled street painters.

by my WORD! WHY ARE YOU READING THIS.
...for entertainment of course.

and i don't mean to scare you off.
please stay.
i.
want.
you.
inside of.
me.
so you can move my arms and legs
at your will.
with the fleshy pullies,
and pipes to pump
ideas and thoughts

OKAY TURN PAGE NOW.


and all you will see.
is the poopoo you now live in.
cause you can't live in my body silly.
the secrets of the universe are held there.
shhhh.
and so are my insecurities.
and you're not allowed to touch those.
unless you really really.
want to.
get to know me.
so that means look past what you think i am.
and ask who i am.

dum dum.