Ode to Myself So Far

Verily, I have stood my ground always,
To the meek and the lovers of order!
Without a single shard of disrespect,
Or injury from my person emanating.

From infancy I have been loved by men,
When at the hight of their honor and,
Exploratory bravery they feel and see.
Never has a man in me seen ordinance.

My enemies strong have always been!
And jelous, adding only to their strength.
In the end I have always been pardoned,
Out of fear as much as unadmitted respect!



Wise old men have always wanted me,
For a son and their only one apprentice.
In my betrayal they have ne'er felt chagrin!
But pained love and honest endearment.

I have received from lovers admiration,
And interest, and friendship as well.
From fighters always nothing less than,
Loyalty! And brotherly sweat and self-joy.

From the brave I have been offered warlord-
Ship. The wanderers offer to settle for war...
Always in me they sense a vast horizon and hope!
Which is decidedly secondary to my animal sense.

The wise... Ah, the wise! The wise have noticed me,
And respected the arts of my own wisdom as true.
Never a bellicose thought toward me from them,
As wise men's only interest is the food I bring.


In my own lands I have been seen as a stranger,
Though to the heart closer than a patriot seems...
In foreign lands I have always been beheld with,
A bewildering familiarity and brotherhood unkown.




And so, not wanderer, or soldier, or leader or show,
Not commander of many or hermit or snow,
Not wise or skilled or great or slow,
Not big or small or faint of glow,

I am that I motherfucking am!
And 'till I die it will be so.