Lead pen

I like to write in pencil.

I must never show my mistakes.

Everything must be perfect.

But I can’t erase my fat belly.

Just Tipp-ex it with a t-shirt.

It isn’t ready for publishing.

You can’t judge the book if the book has no cover.

And no words.

When I speak nothing my words can’t be wrong.

Silence is almost perfect.

And so is my haircut.

Under my hat.