Last Gasp (Unpub)

Inhaling in, out loud I shout,
“Let us begin.” I exhale out.
Inhaling in, I, whale-like, spout,
“Whoa! Where’ve I been…?” I exhale out.
 
Inhaling in, through nose, through mout,’
I tuck my chin. I exhale out.
Inhaling in, I’m on about
Eve’s Adam’s sin. I exhale out.
 
Inhaling in, I pour a stout
then sip a gin. I exhale out.
Inhaling in, while suff’ring gout,
I bark my shin. I exhale out.
 
Inhaling in, I exit sout.’
(A new begin-...?) I exhale out.
Inhaling in, what’s true I flout,
what’s false I spin. I exhale out.
 
Inhaling in, I talk about
what's left unfin-. I exhale out.
Inhaling in, I walk about
the Plain of Tsin. I exhale out.
 
Inhaling in, I think about
poor Anne Boleyn. She exhal’d out.
Inhaling in, I sink like trout.
As Rin Tin Tin I exhale out.
 
Inhaling in, I ask for nowt.
Why can’t I win…? I exhale out.
Inhaling in: one final bout.
Fun though it’s been, I’ll exhale out.