What Poetry Has Done To Me

Here I sit In my basement In my skivvies Late at night Ignoring all my Family duties Contemplating What next to write All I am now Is skin and bones No time lately For a bite Can't think of when I last shaved or bathed Perhaps 2009? Poetry While fun for me Has hung me Out to dry Since skinny dipping In this soup In the prime Of my life Could someone On the outside Tell me is it day Or is it night And have they dropped The big one yet I need a new subject On which to write