when you recognize the vulnerability in your handwriting
visible to all on a broadway autoroll
lamp post, dead drum, phone home, why,
with broken lasso the P's hid,
the H is humped so undefined
he Y so noncommittal then you will know
that you have still the fat face fresh fate
sixth grader fitted pro model red's capsize six and seven eighths
you will know that you are still the kid sitting quietly
(my face was just a smear on the page)
on the creased vinyl green seat bus

i'm the same straight faced fat kid (five hundred, five hundered) fingernails later
i'm the same straight faced fat kid (five hundred, five hundered) fingernails later

fat faced critic in the rear view mirror
cutthroat pubert in the rearview
giving you the evil eye, giving you the evil eye

i'm the same straight faced fat kid 500 fingernails later