Thursday, 26 May 2011

It was an Inside Job

Beside the smooth soft skin,
Sits the rough patches
And the broken chewed nails;
Behind the friendly smile,
Lies chipped yellowing teeth
And screams shouts wails;
Under these unbecoming clothes,
Folds a poisoning penis
And the threat of another;
Over these broad shoulders,
Hides an unknown past
And no father or mother;
Inside these dark eyes,
Plays the silent thoughts
And the push to become true;
Within this one man,
There is a war raging
And another trying to get through.

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