Slipping The Not

Slipping The Not
I hate what I am not

Because it is such a lot 

I am not a handsome guy

Couldn’t be even if I try

Not to smart in most things

Only in catching words from slings

I am not known for my money

Most of my daze is not sunny

If I could slip away I would

But the not around me is my hood

Blinding me to the light of can

Trapped in a rope like a straw man