I'm a ceramic plate

falling from the highest cabinet,

my shattering is inevitable 

but i'm not sure when i'll hit.

I'm like a wrapped christmas present,

just searching for the force

of someone who wants what's in me

not in a cannibalistic way - of course.

I'm a small scaly fish,

in a tank in a waiting room.

The doctor sees symptoms,

but all i see is gloom.

I'm like a simile, 

used to take up space,

when the poet has no ideas

and he tries to save face.

I'm a metaphor

who met a poor

set of veterans

torn on tour

of foreign shores.

I fell fourty floors, the ceramic plate still goes.

I guess life just likes to keep you on your toes.