I'm a rediculous miscreant
Wandering open walks

People ask what color my hair is
How should I know?
The things that concern them are trivial

I'm higher than that
In all senses of the word

Floating above the bobbing crowns
Of the general public

I'm a popped bubble gum
Sugar-sweet, a mouthful and childish

Burbling along
A nerve of bundles

The drowsy doe-eyes
Sprung
Eyelashes high-kick when I bounce by