I don’t know 
what others do 
that don’t create 
do they think 
do they wonder 
maybe even ponder 
do they yearn 
and maybe long
to know more 
or at least 
admit they don’t 
do they sit
at all or
do they constantly 
move looking for 
just another new
tuft of grass 
upon to munch
do they not 
gaze upon Heaven 
and ask is
there from whence 
or is there 
only ever here

I don’t want 
people to know 
except by these
for if anyone 
is curious about 
me then read 
for why should 
I ever say 
when I write 
these daily words 
whispering to myself 
and only those 
who will listen 

I remember 
now I 
do remember 
that ache
is back
funny thing 
about aches
either they
stay and
become numb 
or they 
go only 
to return 
either which 
reminds me 
that I 
have loved 
at least 
that once 

Bottom behind 
little tushy
all names 
for what 
one sits
on gets
spanked and 
sometimes soiled 
patted grabbed 
stared at
but my
favorite now 
is my
dear friend’s 
favorite too
because honestly 
who doesn’t 
like a
cute dupa

People it seems 
enjoy talking about 
themselves this makes 
me wonder then 
if mirrors might 
not be most
people’s best friend 
or do reflections 
too get bored
thereby most people 
get themselves dogs
or cats or 
an aquarium filled 
with gurgling fish 
or maybe children 
after all it
seems that people 
need something anything 
else to be 
interested in them