Geri X.
Father's Stamps
Tonight you sleep on a park benchBut it's better than being homeYou'd rather beg your friends for charity Than tolerate your fathers fists Stamping your body Tonight you sleep away from homeI doubt you knowBut you're just a big blue sail nowFloating and breathing cancer from the paper snow And you're 30 and 8 years old with wrinkled hands And an aching spine, a non believer praying just to stay aliveI doubt you knowBut you're just a gaping holeA selfless loon, a failing starlet in a minor role So stretch yourself over your cavity With anemic veins and feeble toes And hold on hold on hold onYour eyes are leaking keroseneBe diligent, don't catch on fireYou'll burn your aching spine to dust
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