Friday, 9 December 2011

It's No Wonder

It's no wonder my skin
Feels about to crack
Those days
When my head's in my stomach
And my stomach's in my head.
They say be yourself
So I turn inside out
And paint my face
With my own blood.
A picture of myself.
And they say
She's wearing another new mask.
I try to clean up the mess
With white sliced bread
And wonder how many alterations
I'd have to make
To be convincing
In a uniform.

You always were
The strongest man in the world
But now I'm stronger than you
And no, I don't feel very strong.

I'm going down town to buy
A decorative patch
Cut price and one size
And say, when applicable
Laundry is what I do.


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