Undesirable
slap jaw crooked smile
Undesirable
Where the wild things crawl
Undesirable

**** an S.
I wear an exit stage left on my chest.
A breast plate displaced by the lashes
of a thousand tiny reclusive phantoms suppressed.
A warning to the weary, starry-eyed tooth fairy running laps around 32 ivory reasons for being.
For when the calamity collapse
and your left wondering, "What's next?"
Here! Here! Sir! "Exit stage left." Watch your step.

I woke to a wake of buzzards feasting on my ulsers
when all the sudden, I hear something come bubbling up from the vultures, "You need to soul search."
I thought to myself, "Takes one to know one" then proceeded to stick my ******* tongue out.

Undesirable
slap jaw crooked smile
Undesirable
Where the wild things crawl
Undesirable

My life's an anagram scrambled on the daily by the toddler tendencies of a **** drunk humanity

Single handedly scribbling lines into the sands of my sanity

like a sapling wrathfully thumbing it's hancock through the dew drops atop my glass canopy

I see you wear a choke collar contrived from the lies they forced you to swallow.

How appropriate your words must taste when the time comes to make your case and the syllables stumble from your drunken tongue, fumbling any sense of pace.

And the bracelet strangling your wrist, proclaiming peace for all the world to see, screams I'm corporate faith contagious.

Hear my pleas or bleed my blood, I am the werewolf under the drooling moon howling for mother monsoon.

The shell on my back's weathered and cracked, harpoon riddled from when Ahab attacked.