These are stains upon your genes
You play me
Fresh
And new
Twenty lashes in the drain
Collecting
Soapy
Residue

The water in the sink, turns brown
Power to be clear, swishing it around
You scrape
The skin
With a
Razor blade

Not the end it's supposed to be
Display me
Boxed
Re-viewed
All the tears in Tennessee
For the positive
Lover
Or freak

Passing with the speed of sound
Hours to be here buried in the ground
Soon to touch
The ass
Of god's
Gusher