Pondering The Reality Of Situations Poem by Saul McCandless

She was what she was
I am what I am
Insignificant
Unworthy lamb

I need funeral money
Royalty for muck
Make no new friendships
Grovel in the dirt

She is what she is
I will be what I will
Renewed, godlike and pure
Every second

I could die from wounds
Inflicted by me
Or wished by you too
Would you save a life?

Give to me then freely
On bended knee alone
Fat-chick, fat-cheque Sally
What can we whisper?

Mark my words and life
Strive to numbify
I will end as begun
Between two legs

The number one choice
Voice of the nation
No question too big
No voice too small

To lie then an wait
For the end of all ends
Depart this sequence
Take it all home.