Federal Offence

April 25, 2011
By , new york, NY
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

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