Chilled To The Marrow Poem by Stephen Martin II

Chilled to the marrow
by the cold reality
that this is the extent
of my potential.

I painted a masterpiece
on the underside
of a toiletseat
at the Wawa.

I dripped dye
into the ocean
and watched the water
turn a deeper blue.

I made sandwiches for the homeless
peanut butter and banana
they are in a hefty bag
sitting in my back yard.

I mended a hole in my pocket
I cleaned wax from my ear
I petted my dog
I mail dollar bills to people
I misspelled seven very triky words
I set my own moral standard

But then who really cares?