I Don'T Have a Soul a Happy Poem

I don't have a soul you know not some idle boast! you'll understand If I say, I don't do ghosts I don't believe I have a soul don't do ephemeral or need something mysterious for me it's just... terminal I don't do soul don't play that particular game I don't have some special thing tied to my life's bicycle frame nor anything gaffer-taped inside my pale and ageing breast or something missing from my brain in fact, I feel no absence you don't feel this way you may disapprove There goes the fool without salvation that fool requiring proof Yet I feel no impediment or a dearth of something vital I'm not at all bothered nor am I suicidal.