This morning I weigh
222.2 lbs
that's with wallet and jeans,
and Chucks and socks
and a t-shirt
and drawers
and a hoodie on
from my morning smoke,
plus the lighter and pack.
But with all of that,
plus my morning b.m.
subtracted, I hope
and suspect I will find,
I weigh quite incalculably
less than that.
Unfortunately, it's
a thought experiment only, because
I have not time to poop, what with
breakfast at table, and me
eating it. That's going to throw off
the scales a bit. Who has time
to poop before it's really time?
There's always something. We must live
and explore!
We'll poop when we're dead
Or
a little before. And who cares
what I weigh?
About 224.
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