STOOPID

STOOPID

I walk stoopid
look stoopid my
body crumbliing fragements

everywhere
they fall

dishing out stuff
maybe they guess
I am bountiful, assume
I am
charitable
think I must be Santa Claus,
an Aquarian, a
spirit of
plenty

but there is no divinity in
this decay, no
silver lining in
my entropy

unless they are right
unless they are right