Can I tell you something?
I thought
Can I tell you something?
How come the weak really don't speak?
You say that I'm strong
Because I never dropped a tear
So you think
I just bundle everything up
In my safe box
And yes that's me
But this box is getting full
Why haven't you answer me?
Oh yeah my mind has no lips to speak

I left my shoes that I walk with,
in life in the corner to fight.
My pants are ***** with a pocket full of lies,
Someone told me.
And my stainless steel armor shirt,
I least  have the tendency to hang up for the next fight!

Am I more than just bones and blood and skin?
A device of wires and cell-ements?
A jester’s motley plucked from some King’s bin?
Or bolts and gears, a cluster of junk
Divinely tossed together
From what? The dump’s tickle-trunk?
Nay, better yet: pearls for eyes
And a mass of sinew’ed sand
Torn-roots for legs, Venus fly-traps for hands?
All oversimplifications for this, my assigned vehicle
Assembled in such a way, inexplicably strategical
This drawn by these dextrous digits
Deftly delegated by this complex cerebral contraption
Which egotistically instigated this imaginative introspection