My Body is a Skyscraper
My body is a skyscraper
Yeah you heard me right
It’s 6 miles high and made of glass
To stand out in the night
My body is a skyscraper
With legs of stainless steel
Holding up my giant frame
Made bigger with each meal
My body is a skyscraper
With metal in my teeth
With bloody tongue and broken lips
That make the devil weep
My body is a skyscraper
No plane can take me down
My chest is full of bullet shells
And my hair, a golden crown
My body is a skyscraper
I whisper to myself
And if you want to tear me down
You’ll need an army’s help
This poem is about:
Me