Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Warrior Wanderer
The click-click-click of red high heel shoes
Taunt me into dancing like a feather
Floating in the wind.
To be beautiful, to shuck away these baby shoes
That keep me strangled in youth,
Would be to deny my personality.
Old photographs show me a simpler time,
With simpler smiles and skinny jeans.
I wander the world with my baseball bat,
Coming into war with nothing more than
Wood and an empty water gun.
I'm just asking for it.
As I shiver, my green underwear get ripped off
And I've lost my marbles again as I'm
Thrown into adulthood, as ruined as
Dried flowers and decoupaged to the page
So I can never wander the world again.
4-12-11
Taunt me into dancing like a feather
Floating in the wind.
To be beautiful, to shuck away these baby shoes
That keep me strangled in youth,
Would be to deny my personality.
Old photographs show me a simpler time,
With simpler smiles and skinny jeans.
I wander the world with my baseball bat,
Coming into war with nothing more than
Wood and an empty water gun.
I'm just asking for it.
As I shiver, my green underwear get ripped off
And I've lost my marbles again as I'm
Thrown into adulthood, as ruined as
Dried flowers and decoupaged to the page
So I can never wander the world again.
4-12-11
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Warrior Wanderer
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