To Be Published In The Event Of My Death

Didn’t mean for things

to turn out this way.

No excuses.

Don’t have no complaints

and fewer explanations.

Since my earliest infant screams

cried out

for the succulent pleasures

of full breasts flowing,

after a hearty bowel movement,

and a long nap,

nothing else

but a good time

has made much sense to me.

For example,

I don’t wear underpants.