—Life

When I was born, my mother taped my ears

So they lay flat. When I had aged ten years,

My teeth were firmly braced and much improved.

Two years went by; my tonsils were removed.

At fourteen, I began to comb my hair

A fancy way. Though nothing much was there,

I shaved my upper lip—next year, my chin.

At seventeen the freckles left my skin.

Just turned nineteen, a nicely molded lad,

I said goodbye to Sis and Mother; Dad

Drove me to Wisconsin and set me loose.

At twenty-one, I was elected Zeus