Thinner
Thinner than a shadow,
the man in the mirror,
where did all the flesh go?
Consumed?
Consumed by what?
it begs the question,
he needs to glut,
that's my suggestion.
He's up all night,
he sleeps all day,
when does he eat?
I'm just saying.
His bones look like pin cushions,
his eyes are small and red,
If I didn't know better,
I'd swear that he was dead.
Thinner than a shadow,
the man in the mirror,
I know that if the wind blows,
he's bound to fly away.
Take him to McDonalds,
get him a Big Mac,
if he does one more single line,
he'll have a heart attack.
Thinner than a shadow,
the man in the mirror,
wait a minute, look!
He disappeared!!
Copyright © Richard Michael | Year Posted 2015
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