You Can'T Hurt Me

Resounding echoes awaken the child demons in the attic beckon unto him stark fear grips his Vick's laden chest shivers vibrate rusty springs of down footsteps creak closer upon loose floorboards while steamed filled pipes play taps a somber teddybear snarls causing the world to be still foolish nuns, God doesn't want to "get me" the sting of a ruler splinters a left hand blood spurts upon faces of laughter evil little boy too wicked for a mother affliction runs in the family Florence became flop because she always fell polio never whipped her ass just abused her now and then she healed with a smile Even humility has its price Jimmy Dean wore sunglasses maybe his eyes were bloodshot or maybe he was a child of an alcoholic and they became part of his attire degenerate eye disease, masturbation spattering or battering does it really matter when you can't see or understand the difference between ADD and ADHD Psych 101: Crack can be Prozac Iron gates surround a new residence protecting the innocent who peer from outside rehabilitation means refining bad habits like those on the outside who have mastered them twelve years of bars and games people play provide an education unto itself seclusion can be the deciding factor between murder or suicide self righteous judges choose life recidivism is a revolving door of vicious cycles with no engines only propellers called co-dependants or co-defendants, take your pick life repeats itself over and over only the circumstances change yet the merry-go-round stops when the flowers are arranged Why are most tombstones gray scared, afraid to die are you saved? from what, ourselves you can't hurt me Bob Shank-Nov. 30th, 2006