Shoes & socks protect soles from rocks
And thick coats defend your skin & hide you
What to do when there's holes in you?
You're a beanbag with no beans inside you
Bored, thin, low, on, beans, beans
He tore his seams on his broken dreams
Now he lies around too flat to serve
He drags his feet He feels incomplete
And bad dogs grind down his last good nerve
He's bored, thin, low, on, beans,
And he would have stayed that way, too,
With no way to turn back the tide
Ostensibly not so bad, but in need of a spark inside
But another came along
And though it's difficult to explain,
She poured herself into him like rain
For every raindrop, there was a bean
For every stay outside, there was a bean
An electric nest of worker bees
Boiling under his skin
They pop like bombs in a Tupperware bowl
And are multiplied each by ten
Swelling his quiddity up until
He feels like his old beanbag self again
Stuffed
Full
Of
Beans