Do you have any idea
who you really are
once you get past
the layers of caked-on
all-American way too high
self-esteem?
The only amazing thing about any of us
is that we are each as ordinary as a long day
in a garden, baking and soaking
in sweat; stinking, dirty, and part
of a larger whole no matter what we do.
You are no more special
than the next schmuck, no more
special than I am, and I know
there’s nothing amazing about me
a little hard work and rough time
won’t knock away.
Humble, humble
is the only path
to something better,
the path to losing yourself in the truth
of this astounding world: that you’re a peg
and no more,
just an inglorious, necessary mote.
Dark Matter 
August 31st, 2013 at 9:34 am
nice title. i would (mostly) advocate enacting it. although you can trade them to amazon or a used book shop for little green squares of paper too, you know….
September 1st, 2013 at 3:56 am
I would take your advice, but that could mean inflicting them on someone else…
August 30th, 2013 at 5:45 am
“an inglorious, necessary mote”!?!?
Oh, Tony… This is a brilliant, delicious piece.
August 30th, 2013 at 6:10 pm
Thanks, Andrew. One of a few little ditties I’m posting before I go dark again.