A Conversation With Somebody I Know

this poem is mine

I don't have a receipt for it 
because I didn't buy it on sale at the mall

it wasn't advertised on TV 
and no salesman called my house 
offering differed payments and low interest
if I bought more than one

this poem is mine

it was given to me
and I personally attended to its alterations
fitting me 
snug
now like my own skin

I approve of its style
its color
the material is so comfortable
I don't know why I didn't get one earlier

this poem sees what I see
feels everything I feel
and you can't understand it
because this poem don't belong to you

gotta get your own
try it on
and see if it is really 
"you"

can't copy my poem
because its facsimile 
thereof
will always be unreasonable

don't compare my poem with yours
or say that your poem is better than mine
because the more time you spend peepin' my poem
the less time you will spend on your own
and you will never finish it

this is my poem
not yours

this poem is me
not you

and you can't fit it
'cause it don't fit you

feeling pretty satisfied

I think I'll go out later
and get me some more