BLACK BUTTERFLY

 POETRY, PROSE AND PAINTINGS

             Boring      

 

 

I never sleep naked

I have no studs set in my nose,

I don't wear peculiar make up

or strange, outrageous clothes

Perhaps that makes me boring

Maybe it even shows.

 

I have no dog called Beethoven

or a cat called Tokyo Rose

I don't fart in public

nor do I paint my toes

Do you think that makes me boring

Do you think it shows

 

I can't whistle through my anus

or play the trumpet with my nose,

I've no uncle called Matilda

nor an Aunty known as Mose

It's possible I'm boring

and more than possibly it shows

 

I know no cross dressers

chaps who wear ladies underclothes

The man I wound up with

is the only one I chose

I guess I'm really boring

I guess it really shows.

 

My poetry's mediocre

no one raves about my prose.

As for literary giants

I'm sure as shit not one of those

I am boring

Yes, it shows.

 

But does it really matter,

if I am that's not my loss,

if I'm really, really boring

who really gives a toss.