Skin on Skin:

I am your skin
And it's my thrill,
To cover your body
It gives me the chills.

I'm soft and smooth
As clean as it gets,
I'm the half you see
Not the underneath it.

I'm what you do feel
If you hold a hand,
Or what you'll find
Circling your glands.

I come in many sizes
And colors and styles,
If you streatch me out
I'll show you a smile.

You can poke holes in me
Or small cuts at the most,
But I'll seal back together
For the best of us both.

I cover up your bones
And hold them together,
Kinda the same ole thing
As a bird to a feather.

You can write on me
All that you please,
But in only a day
I'm as clean as can be.

If you scratch your head
It's me that does itch,
I'd give almost anything
If you and me could switch.

For the skin is so dull
And nobody likes their skin,
Cause we get big pimples
And black heads within.

I don't like the sunshine
It makes me grow spots,
And some crazy cancer
That makes your heart stop.

So keep it in the shade
When we do take a travel,
Remember the sidewalks
Not the rocks and gravels.

It's rough on my skin
So it wears myself out,
And before you know it
I'm down for the count.

For I may start to bleed
And show you my true color,
For most of you think
That I'm one not the other.

For it is blue under me
And it is red above me,
Whichever way that I flow
Determines the color I'll be.

You can cut it really close
And mess me all up,
But I will get all better
Like a glued coffee cup.