I try to disassociate myself
From my cheesecake that has
Crumbled into pieces
Toppling from my palsy fork
To the table, onto my lap
Then falling all over the floor
I try to act like these fallen
Pieces are mere accidents of fate
And are no reflection on me
The true author of these cheesy crumbs
And so I let them lay there
Uglying the nicely varnished pine
Stuck yellow on the mid-section of my black polo