make a topography out of me
to flip
my numbers into some muddled righteous  dyslexia
Correcting the child out of youth
scratch that innocence off your face kid
here we learn adaptation
is the finest form of courage
and survival of the fittest
isn’t just for those with claws.

look at you child
monstrous beast
you’re terror makin
mothers cry at the sight of you
pick you belly up from the table
and scratch American into your doll house

you won’t fit in
through that small window anyway
even the boys won’t play with you no more

i can’t even speak about you

you smell like whiskey and cheap vomit
i’ve neer tastend beer before
this can of worms becomes a legend dating back
to green fairies
fairly learning how to prance in a circles

train tracks
train me how
train wrecks
i’m taking it in the back seat
fish and fries
exactly what you’re thinking
i was too young
you were to rough.





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