I, Me, and Mine

tired
of writing i
and me
and mine
and wish those words
banned from
further mention
in this poem
and deemed
neither prophets
nor kings
but monks
who have taken
vows of silence
and renounced all wealth
and all claims
to the joys
of self aggrandizement
and self pity
and self preservation
and have even forsaken their names
and wander
cold and anonymous
in brown robes,
begging,
always dependent
on the kindness
of strangers