No one said anything about

My Bilbo Baggins perm

Because they can’t remember

What my hair had been

 

I am the listener

Little attention to me

How are you?  they ask

Without waiting for answers

 

I reach into my pocket

Searching for the Ring

Hoping for a new obsession

To make my life an adventure

 

Alas there is no ring

No quest to move me from

This soft sagging armchair

A volcanic Mount Doom