Driving nails in with hammers.

Driving nails in with hammers.

Short Poem About Some Abuse I’ve Endured

The Poem

Driving nails in with hammers.

in searching the junk of my head,
i found a nail good as new.
with hammer i pounded it through my heart,
there was no scar tissue, it wasn’t even that
we had to pull the nail out.
the words that formed the nail said,
 “your a stupid piece of shit!”
not that i believed it, but what the fuck;
nothing better to do; pound another nail through.
in searching the pile of insults i found a nail gun,
with the words, “your nothing today and nothing ever again.”
and in the pop pop pop sound put 
about a hundred of those nails in.
but to the one who gave me this 
complex I’ve got another sort of nail.
it’s formed with the words: 
“I”m better than you will ever be.”
i don’t have to go around driving that 
nail in sideways to make a point.
just watch your step, 
cause my proverbial nail gun is fully loaded.
i go through the bins of nails, some of my favorites are:
“fuck i hate the world” and
“piss off and eat shit” with the always ready
“don’t anybody touch my bag …”

Poem Circa 2010 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Thomas