Black Leather jacket
Oily hands
Long hair
Dirty clothes
I might be clean
But how would you know ?
Seemingly a scruffy man on the road to hell
But deep inside
A gentle soul resides
Creative, sensitive to point where so much hurts
Only the leather jacket holds me together
A modern Frankenstein’s monster
But with no maker
To ask what is the answer
No one to blame
No one to explain
No one at all
To help find the answers to it all
No way to face the unknowns of life.
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