I Am Not Old And I Am Not Nasty Poem by RIC BASTASA

hello baby sarah,
i am just experimenting on this craft,
an art, i am not old, and i am not nasty, i am just an experimental poet,
or trying to be one,
nothing personal, my daddy is dead, and so is my mommy,
grandpa too,
i am the fourth of the family of five,
got a brother who is a seaman
a sister as political activist,
another sister who is a probation officer,
the other is jobless
don't know but i just feel like writing, though i am not sought or read by many,
this is pure love of the craft,
i don't spread my legs and i don't ask you to do the same thing for me,
i got mine, long, hairy legs, muscled duo, ready for another art,
i won't ask you, but you may ask me,
with all respect and courtesy,
i am.

your reader, with the inability to appreciate
what you are doing, but let me try, who knows, if i become dumb
and deaf, blind and paraplegic,
for the meantime, thanks for commenting,
nothing hurts, nothing makes me inferior
if i do not allow it.