Sweating like a packed church
I am sick
I am raw
And I ‘m wrong

I remember walking
into my grandfather’s lit cigar
as I walked across football fields
of broken eggshells

Get your licks in quick
Bloody meat
He hit me so hard
I left my shoes

Now I have stars
and muzzle flash in my whiskers
So many people
and buildings in there

Now I have no money
I have no cash
having spent my last four dollars
on the clown makeup