Pomeration

Portrait of No One
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My claim to lame

Is that I’m never the same

In church I sometimes pray, shouting them out

at odd times, when its silent or just about

It wakes up the dead and sinners they say.

If I knew that before I might have done it for fun

And in the future I still may.

I will go  but no one can predict which way

Or what I will do

Or what I will chew

Unrelated in every way to best that we knew

I eat hot dogs with a spoon, ditto burgers, linguine, the occasional bear claw

I grind up potatoes and sip with a straw

Naw I absorb it through my pores

My shoes I carry over my shoulder

And barefoot I hop from boulder to boulder,

Naw, not now that I’m older,

I pay someone to take the job over.

My heroes are all skinny, too tall, or too fat

They come to visit but don’t know where I’m at,

Naw, don’t know where I am

I in the bread drawer, camouflaged in jam.

When they get hungry they find me so easy

But turn away when they see that I'm sneezy.