A Poem

I haven't posted anything recently, so I thought I'd shake things up. Here's a poem I wrote last night. I'm still working on it.


I left myself beside myself
the first time when the bill
came in a greasy-spoon dive
"$17.95 for a burger and fries!"
Then, with one me beside myself
I was soon beside another me
when I reached into my
pocket and found I was
without money. I asked the
two previous mes if they had
any cash. The first one shrugged
and the second one just laughed.

I'm beside myself no longer.
I'm now beside a guy named "Phil"
my arms in dirty dish water and
paying for my meal. I don't know
where those other mes went
but if they'd stuck around
this sure would be easier.