i have three feet
and three more above
to step and climb and stomp the time

i have 2 inches more
(of course) and yet I never use them
please, dear god, to rhyme

i waist no
want no
am no pantsing fool

i waste no
warrant no
am no panting tool

i have three i’s
and two more facing
front and into you oblong soul

I have one more
(of course) to see a spirits search
please, dear god, make me whole.