Pin Cushion Poem by Frank Valenti

Yes I have holes in my face
Looked down upon from all of you
From a slight stare to a job interview
Thinking it's just metal without any grace

Yes my ears are stretched
You wouldn't understand why
Everyone that sees thinks im high
Staring at me looking perplexed

Don't mock what you can't comprehend
You closed minded fool
Glaring down from your perch like stool
Your rule of the flesh is something you need to bend

Its been done for so many years
You'll be hooked after your first one
The pain is gone as soon as it's done
Then you'll be ready to join me for some beers