Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean
Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
If this world’s taught me nothing… It’s that you have to fend for sel… From gnashing teeth and twisted mo… Or sneaky fox in the hen house
Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on
Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
Really want to ask you out ‘Cause I feel a special bout Of the things we dream about Discipline and love devout
Chose a path Not like the rest Takes a strength That can’t be matched But...
Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen
Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme
My soul taught me a thing tonight That you don’t always get your lik… And when things don’t work like th… You will adapt, and be all good
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
