Friday, July 6, 2012

i am in a prison cell .. i get crucified every day at work..

i am a fashion whore
my ass blisters
bed sores
finger printed
like a criminal
before i leave
or enter this prison
cells doors
for recreational purpose
says the notice board
hitler is alive he shouts
raves rants he gores
while god lazy bum
peacefully snores
a beggar poet
rubs his nose on a
black granite floor
my life my death
from one second to the next
my fucked essence my core
yes i am the fucked manager
of a lunatic asylum that
is part time fashion store
when it rains it pours
my flesh bleeds
my soul weeps
rusted once
iron ore