You Wicked Camel

Goodbye, you wicked camel-
you don’t need me.
I’ll be in the corner hiding
from the eyes of my common sense.

I’ll make it, so don’t fret-
you don’t need to worry at all.
Leave that expensive task
to me.

Sweating, grunting, heaving balls-
you can find me there.
These are the things I’ll do
when we part.

I’ll often search for you
in the deep angled spaces,
forgetting that you’re gone.