Shriveled like a raisin or a prune
Sickly colored
Like a baby born brand new
Mother’s insides on its outsides
Eyes wide and worried
Wrinkled
Above and below
I wonder why you want to have that
Do you even know?
Hair in shades of mucus
The follicles are germs
The mission not to spread
So much as to wiggle like a worm
Disdain and disinterest set
Upon your brow
You entertain thoughts of being the best
But tell me
Monster man
Do you even really know how?
copyright 2007 Ruth Nineke
Ruth Nineke
* For The Best
* Honey Darling
* Johnny Come Quickly
* Lonely Times
* Monster Man
* September
* Tender Lies
* The Demons
* The Man Who Looks Like You
* This Kissing Girl
* Travittarius
* Travis On His Bicycle
* Black
* Meeting of The Minds
* Harlem Blues
* Kiss of Trinity
* My Mine
* For Profit
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