If jokes were bodies,
I would be their butt.
Because I have
a penchant
for observing
of my very own
posterior a lot.

When we look back,
our hindsight
makes it clear
that we all started,
relatively speaking,
at the bottom.
And hand on heart,
behind me lies
a-many pretty looking
nothings.

I have
the wisdom now
to not Wu Tang
my cigarettes..
Indeed, these days
I toss their filter
out the window.

Once their tobacco
is burned out..
their butt always
remains a lonely
and discarded
widow.

Butt then again,
now that I’m
maybe something,
it still helps to not be
all too serious.
I’m sure I’ll laugh
at me again
downstream from
present moment
in this timeline..
when, yet again,
I take
a future moment
to observe
my own posterior.