Random Thoughts12 Birthday Suit Biography
Dirty,
greasy,
I smell like fried chicken.
Sweat is trickling,
Stinking.
It got me thinking!!!!
I need to wash
my birthday suit,
Body wash by Hollister*
Newport Beach,
Smells of a musky fruit.
awesome scent, kinda sweet,
I start at my feet.
Scrub away the repulsive smell
relax away the painful swell..
Scrub thy legs, all of them
cleanliness is key.
the soap suds wash away,
there is a bruise on my knee!
I continue on to my abdomen
rippled, tough,
strong, rough.
the scrubbing reddens my ivory skin.
To my hairy chest,
the matted mess,
upward, I scrub my neck.
Wash my hair,
conditioning with care,
time to shave my face.
Pick up my razor blade,
my daily strokes of grace.
I rinse the sudsy residue,
watch it spiral down the drain.
I look in the mirror at my birthday suit,
confidence in vein.....
Jared Pickett
9/11/09
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Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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