I was the joke that was never funny
the roaring lion who was never feared
the natural sweet that was never honey
smooth and straight road never veered
I was the big and deep heart that never healed
the thick deep green leaf that was never real
the combined harvester that never tilled
the Ocean of warm passion but none would feel
I was the happy smile clambered with tendrils of melancholy
the beautiful dawn burning orange never loved
the philosophical twit whose melodies were folly
a big waxed feather to a bird devoured fried and served
the crowded vacuum, everything and nothing
the limpid river violently flowing,I was anything but something