Human Taxidermy

I'd like to be stuffed when I die 
  
Then, when I say I feel hollow 
  
and soft 
  
and dead, 
  
I won't be some emo tw*t 
  
crying about nothing. 
  
It'll be true. 
  
I'll be the scarecrow, 
  
chillin' in the corner 
  
of my moms bedroom.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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