The Splinter Poem by Patrick Kemspke

The Splinter



You can jam yourself in as far as you want
But the human body is a funny thing;
It knows when you don't belong.

At first you'll feel like you made it -
Lodged so deeply under calloused layers of skin
That not even mom's tweezers can reach you.

For a moment you'll even feel like you belong there;
The skin will start to close in around you,
A sweet and inviting dermatological hug.

But that hug isn't really a hug at all.
It's a cleverly camouflaged vaudeville cane
Eagerly pulling you to the exit... stage left.

By the time you realize it, it's too late to fight back.
That reassuring hug has turned into a Vulcan nerve pinch
And the epidermic usher is tossing you out by the collar.

That's the funny thing about people -
No matter how deep you get in
They always know when you don't belong.

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