I used to be the back porch poet
with a book of rhymes
now, I'm just a fortune cookie
full of cheap advice
I say
down with the old me,
talk is the same cheap
it's always been
but I'm out to find
how boring I really am
I show more
than I hide
care more than I can cry
give my love from the
inside out
lose patience quickly
but disguise it well
skin has gotten thicker
cynical all the same
my wires are live
I'm in crisscross
and I feel fine
I have a sin
for every second hand tick
there before the grace of God, go I