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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem