I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love
Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme
You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
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
The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place
Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones
The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart
If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors
You ever dream That we could have A love so great A smooth so salve It’s in the cards
