O my amateur self

You have not grown enough; you self

Thou art not matured seedling

still amateur


Amazing, and amazing you do

My amateur brain thinking matured thoughts


My amateur waist throwing javelins like warlords


My amateur hands writing greatness as never sought


See my amateur legs never accept zones in her comfort

Oh my amateur self


You annoy when irritated

You erect when interrupted

You lust when uninvited


My amateur self

You never grow