I am the green potato chip
Left behind in the bag

I am the last conscript
The one who sags

I am the one who is skipped
In time
For I lag

I dangle on the edge of lips
Out of mind
No zig
           only zag

I unbalance the ship
Cut the line and embarrass the flag

I am not worth the trip 
Unmarked by sign and unburdened by swag

I am the bottom of the pyramid, wide of hip, barren of sunshine, identified by toe tag

Come on in, there is nothing left to take.
Allow me an hour and a day to rest,
Then I will think of something new to make.

Possessions departed in time’s cold wake,
Because of this wanderlust and unrest,
Have left me light with nothing left to take.

The dreams that I have learned to forsake--
I slept in here while all the world progressed.
Now I must think of something new to make.

I had to build and then I had to break,
Wasted time, useless work, and pointless test.
Come on in, there is nothing left to take.

But first always offer your hand to shake,
“It’s the other guy who made you oppressed.
Now go and think of something new to make.”

Blame locust or hurricane or earthquake—
Call the problem Middle East or Midwest—
Until naked with nothing left to take
We keep on finding something new to make.