I'm Like

I’m like a twenty-inch Fatbike: extra-tired.

I’m like milk from the Third Reich: expired.

I’m like a word deleted from Leaves of Grass.

I’m like a bird homing in on a sheet of glass.

I’m like a gnome transported to the dreary present.

I’m like a Roman laborer or a wounded pheasant.

I’m like the neighbor you watch till he lowers his light.

I’m like a kid with a light saber and a Diet Sprite.

I’m like the guy at Kroger who left his wallet in the car.

I’m like a Geiger counter. I’m like the devil’s cigar.