Keep That Fat Guy Off Me

Most folks have some idea who they want to be and a lot of those same people are not that person.

Its as if as soon as we know we can shape ourselves everyone wants to.

Can we get taller faster? Hang longer appendages? Smaller noses?

How about inserting some bumps? Maybe we swell lips

or cut skin off certain parts of ourselves and ink

any untanned hide. As we gallop head long

toward chameleon it don’t matter which

direction fate approaches from cause

stank we handled already keyrect?

There’s no need for nothing

to smell funny no more.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.