You Can’t Separate Yourself

enough to give to anyone else. You think
you lose a part of yourself each time you have
a bowel movement. You hate to see even your own ****
flushed down the toilet. It disturbs your perfect world,

which you have no control over. Your emotions
are your best kept secrets. They’re like money in a safe
deposit box. You check them daily. Only you know the combination. You’re narcissistic. You can’t face your own

immortality. Your body is steel. To think that someday
you’ll be cremated is unacceptable. You’ll come back
as a vulture, no different than you are today,
except for the pretty face.