each morning that
i walk down to the
bathroom and see
myself in the mirror
with the salt and pepper
hair and the ever increasing
girth that accompanies
me to the bathroom
i can't help but think
maybe this is my
brian wilson phase
i always chuckle when i
think that, but it's not a
hearty chuckle,
it's more of a i wish i
had the pre fat ass brilliance
let alone the money chagrin
of a chuckle that comes
deep from the gut of a
battered soul
i'm just another fat
ass in the crowd
who secretly longs
to just stay in bed and die
oops, i guess it's
no longer a secret