Oh Please

Oh please, don't tell anyone
how much you love your self

when all you remember

is your own name, how

you count every tiny

white flake for hair, where 

you don't remember what

is your mum's age (she says it

is a secret).

Oh please, don't tell anyone

how much you love this

world, how you cry when sharks

bleed for their fins, how pigs, 

chicken cry out for the last time

as you can't live without them

on your plate,

oh how wicked!

Oh please, don't tell anyone

how you cry in joy or grief,

even when watching TV,

or when this or that movie

star passes on, you feel

like passing on too.

P.S.: Oh please, this is not poetry...