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....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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