I am a scab on a knee will never heal
Pour rubber alcohol on me to see how it would feel
Sometimes I would like to go out in hiding
In a small deep hole where no one can find me
I am convinced that the orange man is the next krampus
Never was a star athlete or big man on campus
No need for a false identification
Making appliances for a brand new nation
Never had help from someone who didn’t like us
With a broken association who’s there to trust
The new life isn’t there yet to pick us up
We will still be waiting until it does
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy. I also appreciate tips, and would like my stories should be noticed.
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Comments (2)
This is some pretty cryptic stuff. You mention the "orange man" like it's a well-known reference. Can you clarify who that is? Also, the idea of pouring rubber alcohol on a scab is an odd image. I'm not sure what you're going for there. It makes me wonder what inspired these thoughts.
It seems a lot of thinking went into this short piece. Good job.