Bionic Just The Same

Bionic Just The Same

I pulled a nail

out of my head

the other day,

more out of anger

than in a panic,

it's a real b***h

being bionic.

I've taken a knife

to my womanhood

in front of the world,

I know pain

and I have been dead

before.

I know what it's like being dead.

That scares an audience;

that and being a man-made 

Xanax-cyborg.

Mulling around in my afterbirth 

looking out of my one good eye,

feeling my way through life tragic,

picking metal shavings from my own vomit.

So melodramatic!

So VERY punk rock!

Eh, the ruminations 

of a tired poet,

reality of dinner for one

and horrible coping skills;

it's made me the woman I am today.

Bionic just the same.