I don’t hang flags

[DieterM]

I don’t hang flags from my window
For anyway, which should it be?
I’m Austrian by birth, French by necessity,
Greek by affinity, and European by conviction,
And therefore at a loss somehow.

I don’t shout louder to make sure
My truths are heard for there are none.
I hardly ever act on purpose;
things seem to happen, and I watch,
Make mental notes, then pour them out
In prose and poetry that no one needs
Because these two don’t come
With handy algorithms.

I don’t have money yet I’m rich.
I have a boyfriend, lover and companion,
All three in one, a real bargain.
I have my throne where I command my poops
And pick my nose unseen.
I have my words, in German, French and English,
And I dearly love them even if they sometimes
Turn out to be wily.

I have a job, a home, six pairs of jeans,
Two pairs of sneakers and some T-shirts.
I have my will, my mind, my love, my laughter.
I guess I am as free as one can be
In our world of mutual dependencies.

You see? I don’t have much, I am not much.
Call me a loser or a nutter, call me
Anything you like—I will just shrug.
If things get tough, I’m still a poet,
And I will always have the moon to howl to…

[YesNo]

Having the moon to howl to and howling to it are probably all one needs. Having more than six pairs of jeans does seem like too many. Nice poem.

[DieterM]

Huh! 6 pairs of jeans if you count my 3 pairs of shorts… and my mom would say "Why do you always buy jeans and never some decent trousers?" Thanks for reading & commenting :-)