Stickman

 

 

I’m without fat

short of weight

no muscle either,

a lightweight.

 

Thin and gaunt

lacking bounce

I eat and eat,

yet not an ounce.

 

I try to sit

on a bony bum

but it really hurts

and feels numb.

 

I look at my arms

legs too

and see the stickman

as a child, I drew.

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Written by R.W. A Mad Punk Poet
31st August 2020

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