I Don'T Have a Soul

I don't have a soul you know This is not some idle boast! I expect you'll understand If I say, I don't do ghosts I don't believe I have a soul I don't do ephemeral or have something mysterious for me life is terminal I don't do soul I don't play that particular game I don't have some plastic bag tied to my life's bicycle's frame Nor anything gaffer-taped to my pale and ageing breast something missing from my brain I don't feel any absence But you don't feel this way and you may even disapprove There goes that fool without salvation the one who required proof I don't feel an impediment or a dearth of anything vital I'm not at all bothered I'm hardly... suicidal.