Silly little plastic man, siting on your can. Sucking on your thumb, snickering at the scum. Glaring at the moon, staring at a loon. Screaming that you are he or she, dreaming that you could be like me. Run quickly towards the fat old sun, fun times are waiting with your gun. Fading beam in your eye, fading gleam in your sky.
“What to say today in May to Jay” Date: sometime around the mid 90’s Lyricist Inc. David A. P.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
like most of the poems I wrote, I was probably just having fun with the word play and/ or rhyming of it.