junkyard poetry

I've slept in first class linen
and I've slept in my clothes

I've slept with people I can't name
and a few I wrote whole poems..

I've always tried to give my soul
but end up just trowing away my clothes

I've always tried to keep an open mind
atleast I keep my legs wide open all the time..

everytime I try to be true
I find my body a far easier tool

everytime I try to make it real
I prefer to have my skin, not my soul
revealed