Unskinny Bop
(for Bret Michaels)
In Dairylea-smelling bedrooms,
we wore out our cassette singles
of Poison singing 'Unskinny Bop'.
We wore our long coats around town
but they trailed in all the dog muck.
Now I feel like cryin'.
Inside I'm dyin',
but you can't see
behind the makeup.
B.R. 24/01/2021
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