I got nothing up my sleeve
but the rest of my arm
im stuck scavenging this wretched world
bare tooth and claw

divine intervention
sewing seeds of discontent
blemished me
somehow built by an architect?  

its hard to imagine a world
with a place for me
neatly wrapped
so sanitary

someday you'll find me
belly up on the side of the street
caught in the flashing lights
brushed by a stroke of epilepsy