Dried up Glue

Written before the publishing date, sometime in late April

I see he wants to take all

All the green hues from my eyes

See him run down the wrong hall

As some cry to grow his size

Well he’s looking for a doll

Who will hide under his guise

Said he’s into the oddballs

But only the ones who apply

Blood in different shades of blue

Seeping through three onion peels

First peel I saw was the glue

And then he showed the left heel

But the last lost all it’s hue

Today I woke up to feel

A layer of dried up glue

Peeling slowly off my heel

Thought I found a person

Who couldn’t read the book

Who’s spine wasn’t portioned

To fit the ideal look

Kneeling to coercion

From these baby-faced hooks

Subtle berate

Back out the gate

Again, the hate

He’s still a weight

I was a weight

He’s still a weight

Miss being a weight

Guess I stretched your eyes too wide

Showed you all the bugs I found

Easier to cut the tie

Then get dirty on my ground

Too afraid of Mr. Hyde

But he never came around

Until you pulled back your dime

And found it’s no longer round

You can go ahead and throw

Piss shade roses through my crate

If it helps your status quo

And the thorns indent my face

Watch the albatross turn crow

Because I’ve choked too much bait

Such a burden to your show

Want my envy but not my hate

Thought I found a person

Who couldn’t read the book

Who’s spine wasn’t portioned

To fit the ideal look

Kneeling to coercion

From these baby-faced hooks

Weak, double x’d

No need to flex

A p***y complex

F*****g pencil-neck

Lacking respect

Too much effect

I’ve got no effect

I got a note that day

Glue, on a shoe, in pen

Said he’s going away

But he’ll be back as my friend

But he drowned on the way

I just wanted to make amends (*4)