A Donkey In Milwaukee

I've spent too many nights,
Wondering who I am.
And why am I not a termite,
A rabbit or a bear.

Could I be a tree delusioned?
Or a hippopotamus,
Hypnotized.
I'm told I walk as if,
I waddle like a duck...
With pride.
Oh my!
Oh!

I've spent too many nights,
Wondering who I am.
And why am I not a termite,
A rabbit or a bear.

And 'if' my parents weren't who they were...
Would I be,
Here?
Or...
Would I be a monkey,
In despair!
Or...
A donkey in Milwaukee,
Without...
A care!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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