Here Is a Poem.

People think they're awful & wait
for someone to realize it. Meantime,
they try to hide the awful, shrugginh
their shoulders, bowing their heads, letting
their huge, fat bellies fall to their
knees.

The black dredge, the black drudge, the
black dregs, the plaque, the resin, the residue,
the gunk, the trash, the dirt, the
garbage of which their hearts are made
beat like a bullet.
Please don't find me. Please don't find out.

SG