The Skeleton That Was Me

the skeleton that was me i remember him well sweating in the port-a-john wondering what went wrong the skeleton that was me i remember him well walking the shaky leg walk to any type of water fountain the skeleton that was me i remember him well looking at everything yellow at the mere attempt the simply sit up the skeleton that was me i remember him well living my life in the underwhelming state of parking lot depression the skeleton that was me i remember him well daydreaming as the moon shined over my offensive, weary presentation the skeleton that was me i remember him well becoming lost as that welcoming bowl of hot soup medicinally burned the rust off of my esophagus the skeleton that was me i remember him well thanking him for surviving and adding to the autobiographical art that is now Me....