Minus

Minus said, I havent been everywhere I could possible slink

Into people that might stare around and curiously blink

We are not unlike fakes that need to quick stop and think

Like why would I possible need a body shape with into sink

And if I have ever been caught down, inside another cookie cutter happy towns

Onward I was forward bound, pass through without a single sound

And minus sat, so locked up, like he's a stop motion loaded punk

With digital, telephone buttons, that never get, pressed on

For milestones, and accidents that lurk inside our brittle bones

We'll attone, but maybe not till we have grown, so gray and old