Federal Offence

April 25, 2011
By Anonymous

Features of the real me begin to fade
As I’m defaced with ink
Masks colored on my face
Becoming a sharpie pallet; with even the color pink

Tagged like a brick wall
Except my layers are thin
The colors bleed through
Also defaced within

Thought I was of a higher value
I was Cherry trees and wooden teeth
From a President to a clown
A fool was once royalty

Since when do I wear a big polka dot bow on my collar?
I should have known better;
But I’m only a dollar

The author's comments:
My best memories in 9th grade, all of us drawing on dollar bills... just to think how the dollar would feel

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