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You, the monster on the bus,
strike terror into hearts,
your trembling hands
counting out your pennies,
your skin draped loosely on your skeleton,
like a moldy cloth on a painting.

Your wisdom has since left you,
leaving a beast in its place,
lashed and chained
by routine,
scared of the screams of the city.

You grasp at the traces of your memories,
like a beggar to change.
Don't bother.
You'll only waste them
on liquor and smokes.

What did you do, beast
To deserve this,
this wild sentence,
to be trapped in a failing body,
inept in its age.

Time is a mugger on the street,
that spins you around,
and takes your youth at knifepoint,
while your knees knock,
and your head swims.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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BoosflashThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 25, 2011 at 4:23 pm
ha. this was awsome. youre awesome captain do your dance.
 
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