Discount Bin

I'm Bald headed-have piss yellow teeth don't use balm or whiteners to appear young again every scar is a jagged path to a novella called living. Cursed and blessed with a good heart wild horse temperament that's bucked most riders off. Loyal to a fault for the few who've stuck it out through all the ups and downs. I could blow out of here at any time but for now everything's just fine.. I've crash landed on a cay of calm.. Quite proud that I've made it this far more than half way to a hell, oft mistaken as a star At times slipping into the murky waters of mundane, just another battered face rooting through a discount bin Always on the fringe of a spinning tassel of content Everywhere there's mounds of glitter glued to plastic bags. covering up the dry rot-I've no interest in any of that Shocking I can pull it together at a funeral but not when I'm putting down a pet- I want to be a whirling dust devil outside this hollow town not inside the plastic masks of all the dead hearted clowns.