'Jack be nimble
Jack be quick',
Jack's a *******, it
makes me sick to think of him
young and fit
not fat but slim
and look at me,
I've
seen better days.

There are lines upon the lines upon the lines created in my face
my stomach used to have a place to fit, no more,
the last notch on my belt has bit the dust
if I must,
I can
or just about pretend to be the man I am.

The musk deer's gone
this is just a husk that carries on
to
blow away in what was once
a better day.