me sits

[Malu]

whirla twirla eyes
make them look me funny.
I smile, me mile of teeth
But thems see raggely rotten fish
or hungry afrikan fly face kid.

I not smart, me know that aye
smarty face stabber eyes
tell me wif fish look.
but me smiles, smiles at him
all laughs inside, happy anyway.

park bench me firm friend,
but look them rushin' rushers.
What they all hurry for,
do clever man's bread run?
them funny frowners, movin' fast.

Where all the smarties going?
runnin' round like lost kitties.
me sit here watchin quiet,
but thems never still, thems never stop!
poor telligent legs.

clever school must teach the sad
and how to use up knees!
"make them faces upseedown now kiddies!
yur foods fleein! rush, push past.
don't loose yur cow-face now aye!"

But me never did the smarty school,
me food don't fly away like thems.
So me just sit on parkbench
and watch them clever rushers
chasin thems invisible flyin' bread.




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So I've added more, I think its got all the content I wanted to add now

I can appreciate a poem written in this sort of pure form, that being not really having much of a filter in terms of grammar and what not, but for some reason I just don't like the "me this" because it just sounds like a caveman to me. But this is your poem and that was your choice, and you did a good job not only telling but showing us this story