Lock doors as if in jail.
Swirl. Wind. Ripped off. Beat up in the past.
All those checked but never thought of changing my name.
Howled at the moon. Wrote poems.
Turn back over flips, flipped over backwards.
In other words, I’ve been confused.
Fucked up, Scared.
Phony, and Odd.
To a whole lot of people.
In one way or another…?
Anybody else wants to cop out…?