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map tat

i watched the tainted man sculpt the season
with his impatient hands and revolting reasons
primitive clay tools cave man made rules hard to follow
sick skin I'm in scared and hollow
the tattooed map
i can find my way back
and when I'm not around you'll know where I'm at
by memorizing my tat but thats alot to ask
and might take some time
so bring your watch learn to fly and refuse to stop
no matter what they tell you
tried to rebuild the floor before you fell through
but i was too late only placed two rafters
forgot your two faced try to save my laughter
for things that are funny
like stupid fucking humans
that are allllllll about their money
missing the meaning of life
never with their families mistreating their wives
two of the only things you'll wanna see when you die
i can't even repeat what i learned from crater face
me...i found the place that you can sit
talk about yourself and actually feel your decreasing health
for some unknown reason i mapped it
please don't ask me why if you did
i would tell you that i
found this certain kind of comfort that night in my slumber
it only occurred once in my life
so I'm left to wonder
should i follow that map
that
one
day
that
i
woke
it
was
carved
into
my
back
needless to say i avoid the fucking mirror

Written by fuckeduppoet

Published on Jan 29 2010 at 9:55 CST. Read all poems by fuckeduppoet
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