ENTITLED

I am not the man I used to be.

I cannot wear what once fit so artistically

so smoothly

so beautifully

so well.

The silk stockings

that were once as an addition

to my legs

now show hair

and veins

and spots

that I thought I'd never live to see.

Someone should bury me

just drag my carcass across the town

letting all of my fans down

it is a shame

my cause of fame

is no more.

Am I boring you

with my harangue?

Then I shall stop

while you go hang...