Eight Is Eight Is Poem by Kevin Patrick

Every day I latch my rage
Behind a bulletproof grin
I've played the role of being nice
When my mind is in a tailspin

At work, I try to keep some reason
But I'm chewing on the threads
Always rehearsing my existence
Yet I always adlib fresh dread
You can kick me like a can
But you can't crush a broken man

Yeah


If you cannot hear me screaming
it's because that I've got no mouth
my bibles napping in a furnace
and my prides lying down on the couch


Dodging social scenes and landmines
I stumble to try and find daylight
But I never find the right key
And instead I'm a creature of the night


You can burn me at the stake
But then I will be a star and you'll still be fake

Yeah