The bottom of my feet are dirty.
Muddy, stinky, unsatisfactory.
The palms of my hands are sweaty.
Humid, rancid, unsatisfactory.
There's stains on my t-shirt,
a hole in one sock.
My shoelaces are broken
and my hair is in a knot.
In the eyes of my mother,
Unsatisfactory.
I'm a walking disease,
get down on your knees
and praise the ground I walk on.
I'm a walking disease,
a super slutty tease,
unless you say "Please"
But in the eyes of my mother,
A disgrace, a failure...
A walking disease.
-Written December 14th 2006
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