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Sign Is My Name


Sign
is my
name

Sign is my name, I represent
something, I symbolise
more than I say.

“It’s a sign!” they might exclaim
looking up to the sky, dancing
on the grass, 14th century.

Paint me and brush me,
put words in my mouth,
stick me on wood or a pole.

I am many colours,
I warn and I scream
or I just might whisper
a gentle reminder.

I might tell you where to go,
and how far it is,
I might save your life
or just be a nuisance.

I can tell you where to piss
or a poo if you must,
I climb over walls
sometimes flashing.

I love the attention,
stand in snow, hail or rain,
I’ll be anywhere,
come and read me!

Now time for my anti-dada moment that I share with all my named friends…
This is the T-shirt and Hoodie I wear, the poster I see on my wall:
Sign Me White T-Shirt Front

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