Don’t play tricks with me, please
I’m innocent.
I never usurp the raw virginity
Of innocent girls;
Never have I looked at
The mounds of breasts
Of unwed mothers looking men
For fathering their children;
I eat honey that overflows
The unapproachable comb;
I place wet clothes on my crotch
To douse the flame of passion;
I masturbate in the dingy corners
Of slums; to avoid rich girls
Searching sex for free;
I collect the semen
In bottles meant for pain balm.
And get noticed in the pages of
Newspapers sitting in the shadow
Of a sky scrapper, playing with
The tail of a country dog;
Sitting on the dry cakes of shits
I chew the crumbs of bread thrown
From the rooftops;
Someday, a truck would inadvertently
Run over me.
My skull would be hoisted
In the city dumpyard
To scare away famished souls:
The mirror image of me
Is a live scarecrow.