Written by: Kieran Pavlick


By Kieran Pavlick

26 October 2012

Stitch me back together,
whether it hurts me or not.
I still don’t know if I was
Blown up or shot.

The brain plays tricks,
maybe a bullet or
shrapnel from bricks.
I ain’t afraid of dyin’
I’m in a macho clique.

We expect the worst to happen.
Part of that is Rappin’ and
Some of it is Shtick.
You doin’ it with super glue?

How modern of you.
From assembling model airplanes,
To jigsaw puzzles, Dude
Technology took away stitches, so
 I won’t look Frankenstein crude