What Do You Want With Me? Poem by Mark Heathcote

You're god-like, sir & I am a pint-sized lizard
A chameleon with many personalities tinctured
What do you want with me?

I can barely hold my head above the quicksand
You, yourself, walk on water, not just dry land
What do you want with me?

Don't you see I am a poor man, a poor imitation?
Spiritually, I'm homeless, of non-denomination
So, what do you want with me?

How say thou art, my lord & my saviour?
If true, sir, you'll forget my many misbehaviours
Come now, sir, what do you want with me?

I'm but an insect, a cricket with a song or two
Yet-sirs you want my song? Although many times
I'm as ugly in looks & melody as a marabou stork.