A wild man, I’m not.
But  do piss outdoors on some tree almost every day.
And  see sex as a snuck-in-barn all-consuming ride in hay.
And  sometimes cross boundaries set by others that I refuse to heed.
And would kill in an instant in self-defense if I felt the need.
And could battle like there was a chance if wrestling with a bear.
And would surely chase a tornado if one ever happened near.
Will probably perish while screaming “Today’s a great day to die!”
Hope aliens will someday come to pluck me up into the sky.
A wild man, I’m not.  Nor ever will I be.
Just a freeking feral son-of-a-bitch in love with eternity.