Offal

Offal As a member, a tiny speck, in and of this species, a mountainous pile - I do feel ( of human feces ) – is - so many, many times – how I am made to feel. Are the words, the thoughts, the feelings really real and are what is thought of, as the essence of this one, or could this be a way, a game you play for fun ? I wonder ?, if I am thought of as an old fool !, or considered nothing more than a large stool ! Upon your social ladder – for me – not a rung by which I might stand equal or above. Upon a heap – I seem to stand – of human dung that keeps me at arms length – from finding love. With me, you seem to freeze, sending a cold and cruel breeze that I am conscious of – you believe I am slow because of what I do not say – believing I do not know. B. J. “A” 2 February 4th 2009