Goof Off Poet Poem by Bill Grace

I'm a goof off poet.
The world can barely understand
For it does not make too many demands.
Unlike that pretty blonde in Swarthmore so long ago
For whom so many of my energies were a show
Who was upset when I forsook insurance and shipped for Berkeley
I liked her and her great beauty held allure
But with it she would have more than settled the practical score
With this future goof off poet
Who did not know what self was true.