Pretty as a Picture: A poem

Pretty as a picture in your tight little dress
Gonna impress
Gonna make a mess
Jumping them fences just to get around
Making no sound
Calling everybody to the edge of your weakness
Me, I’m making no noise
Me, I’m travelling the length and height and sound of
The highway
Building, stumbling in the face of security
Some reality, put your lipstick on
I walk alone
I throw stick and stones
I talk more shit
Than the miles that flow
I can’t see
I can’t walk
I can’t feel nothing and nothing is real
I can’t hold on
I can’t hold back
I can’t feel nothing and nothing is real
‘Cause nothing is me
I’m always falling
For the tips of my icebergs
Start walking fast
Keeping running to there
But it’s not real
You can’t see nothing cos nothing is real
You can’t hold back
You can’t see
You can’t feel nothing cos nothing is real
I can’t hold back
I can feel back
Swimming in the back of the tank
Paralysing
Jumping
You’re not real

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