Jesse Marasco


The Tin Man.

Nuts and bolts,
Nuts and bolts,
oh, the grind of these nuts and bolts,
The rusted parts that conjoin my faults.

I am the tin man,
the bedridden one with an oil can and dreams of grand.
Scratched and dented at the drawing board by the artists of fate.
I'm the minority in which the majority create,

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