I need to keep an eye
On Myself, because,
This kind of thing turns Me on
I need to keep Myself
Cleansed of filth
Most women would then find Me attractive
I have mad a salad
For Myself
The kind that satisfies Me
I shouldn't get ahead
Of Myself
A puzzled state would become of Me
I need to fix Myself
Straightness is best
For Me
I can see for Myself
No one needs to
Think for Me
I put Myself to sleep early
So there'll be
A refreshing Me in the morning
I can do it
For Myself
Exercising is good for Me
I lost Myself in a big city
Luckly a map was handy
To get Me out
I had Myself
In a bit of a bind yesterday
The knowledge of escapism got Me free
I laughed Myself so silly the other day
The pants on Me
Became wet
I climbed Myself to the top
Of the ladder, forgotten that heights
Frieghtens the heck out of Me
I need to look after Myself
And thrust the illness
Out of Me
I fed Me
So much that
Myself got bloated
I had made Myself
See what have bacame
Of Me
Choosing Myself the best
For me
So I can feel good
It has Me so frustrated
Of Myself
I have to become so angry
It has Me too much
I can't get a hold
Of Myself
It has Myself pinned
I can't get Me
To rise above it
I worked Myself to death
Now none of you
Will ever see Me again
Unless I can bring Me
To understand Myself
Will be back as a haunting
R.K. Cowles
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me-myself-and-i-experimental/
