And so I was born.
I lived.
I lived some more.
I went to school.
So I graduated.
I went to college.
They kicked me out.
I got married.
I made children.
I wanted to have more children,
But Tippi said NO.
So I had to be content with the ones I had.
So I loved them.
I loved Tippi.
I kissed her.
I wrote poetry.
I wrote a book.
I had more children with my co-worker.
I finished living.
So I went to sleep.
Bobert Smithsonian III
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-life-316/