9 July 2014
Some animal parts might do me good,
My own parts feel like burnt firewood.
I’d love ankles like a kangaroo,
The shoulders and hands of a monkey or two.
I’d like to remain calm just like the sloth,
And be strong like an ox.
I’d like the playful otters’ frame of mind,
And the memory of an elephant find.
All my old used up parts I’d try to sell…
There’s not one left that works very well.