What You Like

What you Like I’m not dying to die, but like being slimmer, be free of this overweight body, this harness of humanity. It was not always I was young once. In a way simmered down at middle age, suitable they said balderdash, I wanted a daughter but didn’t find a woman fitting the bill, they were too stupid, I wanted my child to be a genius. I met a female doctor once we had too much to drink she refused to be a mother of my child. Suddenly I was old had no future, no higher grade. From the old people’s home, they came bathed me changed wet sheets and said it was ok. They gave me food I didn’t like flushed it down the loo and drove to my restaurant, there they know what I like and treat me like a man.