SPIRIT QUEST

GREW OUT OF MY OLD SOUL.

DOWN THA MIDDLE TWAS TORN.

I WEAR ONLY THE MONOGRAM

TOWEL UPON WHICH I WAS BORN.

I GOT A BOX FULL 

OF HATS THAT NEVER GET WORN.

ALL MY SOCKS GET TRASH'D

CAUSE THE HEELS ARE TORN.

I'VE GOT A HEAD FULL OF IDEAS.

AND THAT KEEPS ME WARM.

DON'T NEED NO SLEEVES-

NO SWEATER VEST-
NO TROUSERS TO FIT MINE FORM.

GOT MY

F--K'D UP

UNCOMMUNICATED

DESPONDENT

UNDILAPIDATED

UNRESPONSIVE

PERCEPTION

ON MY LIFEQUEST.

STAYED AFLOAT

WITH NO LIVEVEST.

LOOK'D INTO THE CAVITY

WHICH HELD MY SOUL.

'TWAS THERE I NEST

'TIL THE BREAK OF DAY

THREE IN A FIELD

OF WASTE.

THE SUN BURNT DOWN ON ME FACE

AND CHEST.

NO LONGER IN LIGHTSKIN DO

I DRESS.

UNRAVELED MY SKIN--

MUSCLE-WRAPPED-BONE...

I STAND ALONE.

IN QUESTION.

IN CONFUSEMENT.

IN DEPREVATION NOW

I STAND ALONE.

I SAW MY SPIRIT ANIMAL - IT WAS A F--KING DUMPTRUCK.

THEN I WALKED HOME.