You have new skin tags, but otherwise, Ted
You’re in fine fettle for 12-plus years dead
Pull up a chair and a hammered bronze platter
There are charred burgers and spoiled creamed corn for that matter
Tell me where you’ve been and what you have seen
Is it like Milton or more Tarkovsky?
And the women there. Would they laugh when they see me dance?
And tell me, do you still denigrate them with each and every chance?
You’re not Ted
Flaccid folds for eyes
You’re not Ted
Teeth are clumps of wet flies