I am a funny creature of the world,
Laughing at my own expense - at the
Naked jabs of fate in my eye.
My own blood amuses me – spilt as it is
Time honoured in hunting for love.

Is there ever sense in baring all?
Perhaps if I’d tried a little more – literally
Instead of literarily spinning words -
To say what was really plain -
That I like you, so what’s the deal, you like me too?

No – it wouldn’t have done much good
You’re food for other beasts to feast.
At least, I hope, I’m not a running joke (literally)
And you’ll think of me before you beat your chest and jest;
you cruel, cruel, straight and handsome man.

@Dele Meiji