Oh Stupid Boy Poem by David McLansky

“Oh stupid boy,
Come when I call,
Oh stupid boy, you so annoy,
You answer with a plaintive “why.”
I am old, and soon will die,
You are my legacy,
The facial clue
That there once was me;
Yet, where are you?
So come, and please hurry
My bronchioles
Are wet and furry,
I rasp to breathe,
I choke, I stumble
And down the stairs
I flailing tumble
My face turns red,
I taste my blood,
I’ve hit my head
I heard the thud,
Am I dead?
Oh where is the face
That once was me,
I hear voices
That I cannot see”