Thayer’s Poem
This part you play in the room
no one buys it
they all see right through you
if you’re ever being lowered
waiting for them to love you
They’re not going to
cause all you are is on your back
you’re not smart
you’re stupid
you’re not beautiful
you’re ugly
walking talking hoping waiting
to be where you belong
on your back
so give it away
kill it
smear it
and try to pull it out of the dirt desperate
because you know
that all that you have
and all that you are
is on your back