Here's a little known poem of the late Robert "Martin" Frost that Ern Rheynolds once read to me before we made sweet sweet love and had a Schlitz.

I Takes the Observing System Less Traveled By

When I was young
I was a man
But now I is old,
a turd in the can

Yet, did I rot?
No, I did not

I sat and sat and sat and sat
and waited there
within the pot

And now, I sits so fickly
awash in all of Yous debri
And, as a boy once more,
the seeds of a tall tall tree
protruding out for all to see
like corn sits undigestedly

I flows over the open shore
of yesteryear onto the floor
for now the commode overflows
as life, a fece indispose-d

Yes, I still sits and waits ficlky
awash in all of Yous debri
while IT sits down and starts a fartin'
is I a cop, or Robert Martin?