cleaverchris

What am I but a speck
     of dirt in your speckled eye?

What am I but pink grimy gum
     clinging to your pristine shoe?

What am I but a hapless fly
     drowning in your three-bean soup?

What am I but a filthy dog
     trampled by your stilettoed feet?

What am I but the nobody
     you pass by on the cold, cold street?

What am I but a damn fool
     for ever believing in that fleeting kiss?

Who am I
     if I don't even exist?