It's me.

I built the wall.

Good walls make good neighbors;

Good neighbors make good walls.

I am hurling my aching body against this wall.

I hurt now and search for a tube of Ben-Gay

to sooth the throbbing pain.

No one can scale this wall to help me nurse

my sick sores.

Nobody can joke about my greasy, icy-hot scent

and tweak my nose.

I must buy a crane with a wrecking ball.

I will destroy my good wall and become a bad neighbor.

I will let my seeds drift,

soar,