Skinny On The Shirt

This time the gold was real  
not the stuff bought off the street  
with greening effervescence
nothing wanted to repeat  

but no shame in imperfections  
makes boring into brave  
the shedding of the battle  
the skin inside you stays  
 
ripped right off the backs of babes  
the shirt is living proof  
of constant corporation  
lying within the truth  
 
the scars you see have surfaced  
from battles mostly lost  
trails amid the trials  
drunken bottles unsuccessfully tossed  
 
the chest, the arms, the soaken skin  
skinny chewing the fat  
sun-dried strips not giving in  
shirtless without a hat