I'Ve Earned All My Scars

I've earned all of my scars; You won't find too many of them Those pinkish, oddly shaped pearls, of too-white tissue And mine are mostly internal. I never had to resort to razor blades- I knew life would take care of all of that for me. No tattoos either; but I do have many road maps Of foreign, exotic places, all over my legs. I figure they must be distant, fringe outposts of civilization And maybe all the roads, are just dirt: No legitimate city would ever build such a mess; Nameless streets, circling around on themselves, going nowhere Dead ends; but midway a sudden ten-lane superhighway erupts Out of nothing at all, And there's so many streets, there's no room left to build a thing. Still I keep looking, hoping some day to find The place, whose routes I carry upon me So I can finally find out the names.