poems 2 rock your soul by Tim Blake Nelson

few people think of me
few starlets wink at me
and that, to be honest,
is fine

i’m not a big charmer
or a verbal disarmer
or someone who’s teeth
kind of shine

but when you’re in need
of a cracker on speed
or a semi-retarded
mechanic

my agent will call
and the part will be small
but i’ll take it and
try not to panic