The study of the lives of one

I’m ass to sun

after a great education

told me I could do it all

if only I worked and worse

like wearing pants

which are now far away

and floating in clouds

I can’t see

with my butt high

indomitable

and creaking

like water in a damn

with a little flow from a big reserve

that I could explain

with the physics of effusion

the principles of energy conversion

the fundamentals of chemistry

and the other stuffings of a great education

spent cutting through dead bodies

and bits

like my balls that peak out

as shrivelled mounds of

a sparse marsh

or rotting avocados

that I found in my bag

before I got here on this beach

with my work friends

with great educations

one of whom went to some big school

that pitched long shadows

into both the day and night

continuously until

promotion into darkness

like in between my flaps of flesh

which are now visible to everyone

who are laughing

enjoying

happy to not be me

and my head is underwater

and I open up my mouth

hoping to drown

my survival instinct

with the great education

that taught me

mind can defeat matter,

or at least

water can