Potential

I am a guest, unwelcome in this fleshy mess.
Nervous to speak my mind, with small talk I pass the time.
Cringing malodorous words.
They say its my brain, is that not your domain?
A straight line production got skewed.
A manufacturing oversight, that besmirched your bottom line.
…bleeding from pages of verse.
A veil of white lies may serve to disguise,
I got better things to do.
Can’t wait till the day I am me on the outside.
I gots potential, you’ll see.
OK, I’ll wait outside so my face don’t remind,
the words of a dead man, who was so sure the earth was flat,
means more than my flesh and blood.
So will there be a recall on
those whose love is unequal?
Cause I’m told that you have a plot, but its hard to hear from the parking lot.
I’m pushed and I’m packed and
I’m sealed and I’m priced
but the packaging don’t match the product inside
I was born to be damned.
Romans 1 bent to appease.
Just lie to me, touch me, I need this now, please.
Whereso go reason, there follows treason.
A model of morality.
Can’t wait till the day I am me on the outside.
I gots potential, you’ll see.