amazingly

[thosehooves]

my doktor and his lackeys can patch me with animal parts
and keep this tissue paper body barely functioning,
but 9/10 whenever i see him,
he says "i don't know. keep taking the meds.
see you in eight weeks."

~

it takes
my three most intimate servants, two nurses,
and a handful of the handsome muscleboys
to help me stand sometimes.
makes me nervous,
the way they swarm like insects,
and yet, every day,
"we're understaffed,
we need more talent,
it wouldn't be hard
to give clearance
to a downstairs footman."
i only wanted one Royce.

now i have two Royces, a Ruth,
nurses Monday through Friday,
three groomers, a hoofman,
six hall boys, eight footmen, 
attendants for my elevators,
attendants for my baths,
attendants for my wardrobe,
someone watches me while i nap.
soldiers lining every wall,
like antique suits of armor,
and it seems every damn day,
my office needs a carpenter.
my fiduciary supports this idea,
"It's not like we pay for labor,"
trust me, we'll pay,
everybody needs a favor.

~

(i am so sorry that almost rhymed.)

~

i can swallow coffee,
whiskey, cough syrup,
apple juice, pond scum, pig blood,
milk, sometimes all at once. 
but i will choke on water.
get that glass away from me.
you're disgusting. i'm gonna yark.