I Who Have Nothing (Personal)

I who have nothing personal
except my two wits to rub
(to keep the recession-cold out)

I who have nothing personal
neither under the bed
(which I sort-of inherited)
or in off-shore BEE accounts

I who have nothing personal
apart from a trusty old turntable
and vinyl aplenty to jive to
(you know where I breathe
and file my old stash)

I who have nothing personal
to hide from the tax-man
(are they always male)
or some fancy-shirted comrade
(are they almost always male)
 
I who have nothing personal
maybe just a limerick or three
waiting to take flight
and that doesn’t get anyone
a front seat in the pecking order
 
I who have nothing personal
(now don’t take that to heart)
next time you go campaigning
in my neck of the jungle
 
I who have nothing personal
have voluntarily opened my books
done am I with this modest audit
now can you please take stock
 
I have no idea what evil thoughts brought this one on! Must be something in the water.

- David Kapp, david_kapp@yahoo.com