Elvis Has Left The Building Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Braccae Tuae A Periuntur

Ya, this is really awkward
I confess.
I'm glad you're friend enough
let me know.
Perhaps my troubled mind,
some sign of stress or chance,
uncovered what one mustn't show.
What I've betrayed
comes from my inner core.
It's vital to myself
and to my pride.
Though I sense your discomfort
most abhor what's dear to me
and will not be denied.
I am no fool.
I keep a constant watch
to hold in check
what I have hardly tamed.
Perhaps I had
to take me down a notch.
Though I'm embarrassed,
I am not ashamed.
Forgive my human-self.
I don't know why
somehow I've left undone
my moral fly.