Selling Disappointment By The Pound Poem by John W. McEwers

I'm full of love,
and it makes my clothes too tight,
and they're getting tighter every day.
My belly extends
because of all the love inside
that I can't get rid of,
that nobody wants.

I don't care what you do for a living,
because I'm not even living
without you or you or you,
tickets, waitress, Kate
or lady-yet-unknown.

I have so much to offer,
love by the pound,
but all she and she and she see(s)
is a ton of disappointment.