i’m such a good boy

in the early days on a sunny street

i ruled the world under my feet

the sky was blue and over due

          for shadows in retreat

i saw the corpses giving head

resurrecting from the dead

the ones who died the day before

by closing every single door

on what they felt was meaningful

becoming one who’s dutiful

 

amid the shame we can proclaim

we all became one and the same

and this disdain and lazy pain

          we picked up as adults

became the station with the train

          that’s empty of revolt

 

the pirate, prince and profiteer

          became things of the past

and every day we hope and pray

          like fishing lines we cast

that what is left after the theft

          will somehow get us by

no one listens when their deaf

          cause no one even tries

 

so kiss the sky and wave bye-bye

          to cookies, cake and cream

that only fabric that is left

          is torn at the seams

the youth parade had its decade

          for you and me and all

when all we thought adulthood was

          was being big and tall

i think this hex we know as sex

          is a life changing spell

the die that’s cast will always last

          as we men know so well

 

and one day if it’s all the same

          we’ll know a little luck

but all the pain becomes spare change

          that fills a pickup truck

poets cry and women sigh

          lamenting what was lost

but we all choose amid the ruse       

          what we will keep or toss

 

and so the days without a care

laughing at the underwear

are bruised and blistered from their cane

we must maintain and not complain

 

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