It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

I've Been Like This For Years

Colourless.

They haven't bothered to paint me.
I have my own brush but who can paint themselves?

Bland

There will be visitors tonight; tall voyeurs who will point and stare.

Damaged

Back cracked and on the shelf
(between Rankin and The Rolling Stones).

I smile my pallid smile.

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