Hear he am, sum 'thinks-he's-gettin'-old' fooel <br />slumpt ovur he chayr waxt nawstaljick <br />Weepin' 'bout sum dandee wurds, <br />sum mytee fyne idears he pennd <br />wid ink n yeller papr, twer long tyme aygo. <br /> <br />Don't mattuh now ta no wun wurkin' dis plannit <br />but ownlee wun-dis broke-down man <br />Cain't seem to hep hisself much no mo' <br />owtta durt, lowayjuss, kik-ass kwandree: <br />Deep mystree-how yoos thrive on dis erth. <br /> <br />G'won an' weep, ya sons-a-bitch! <br />N slump, ya heap of human slag! <br />Ya thinks ya gets it any diffrunt frum us all? <br />No wuns got mo' answers dan questions, <br />Evree hell-bent soul feel da saym damn thang! <br /> <br />So kwit-chur belly-achin' <br />N dropp down to yur withers <br />offur up yur suffring to da lord uppabove <br />N lay yur boydens down-All yoos wurries! <br />Dandy wurds ryze lyke smoke rings up ta hebben.<br /><br />Phillip Michael Sawatzky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/funky-empathetic-ignant-self-deprecating-kwit-chur-belly-achin-thing/
