What You Like Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

What you Like

I'm not dying to die, but like being slimmer,
be free of this overweight body, this harness of humanity.
It was not always I was young once.
In a way simmered down at middle age, suitable they said
balderdash, I wanted a daughter but didn't find a woman
fitting the bill, they were too stupid, I wanted my child
to be a genius.
I met a female doctor once we had too much to drink
she refused to be a mother of my child.
Suddenly I was old had no future, no higher grade.
From the old people's home, they came bathed me
changed wet sheets and said it was ok.
They gave me food I didn't like flushed it down the loo
and drove to my restaurant, there they know what I like
and treat me like a man.