Who are we gathered here in this room
but rotund puffs of self-importance lemming
for a tweaked-out spotlight. We steal stuff
from many of our colleagues just to put on
a popularity show. As referenced before, I
like stealing; rearranging a sentence or a
couple of lines of my own from many years
back is a fine example. I’m not who I used
to be. I wonder if there is anyone out there
who’d beg to differ. I doubt it. Not, at least,
until I cross over the Bridge of Lost Souls
into celebrity. That’s bound to happen soon,
right? I can say that, knowing what soon will
get me. I wonder sometimes if there are any
people who have themselves figured out as well
as I do me. “You do you!” “That voodoo, too!”
