An Unsuccessful Adult Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

One of those tin can stories:
Lived in and kicked around
Struggling to exist,
The bled ink on the margins of life
Yeah, he's a real hard case,
Spiked and every gulp going down harsh
Tried to keep cool to take the bite out of it all,
But the catch was that he received only a frosty reception
Such an unsuccessful adult,
Somewhat shiny, altogether shredded,
Constantly leading himself into a mirage,
Never into a mirror
Seeking shelter from such facelessness one moment at a time,
Waiting for his self-image to re-imagine itself