May 2020
Leap for the stars
Fly over the moon
Go even as far as mars
But come back for lunch at noon
Don't let them ever make you into an adult.
It’s the most boring thing to be.
I’d rather be a ****** idiot
Than lost without my imagination be
Jump high over deep gorges
Walk fast across vast canyons
Be a cowboy or a crook so bogus
Or like Tarzan remain hanging on banyans
Don't let them ever make you into an adult.
It’s the most boring thing to be.
When your suit become a straight jacket
And your tie a hangman’s noose
Fly over the moon
Go even as far as mars
But come back for lunch at noon
Don't let them ever make you into an adult.
It’s the most boring thing to be.
I’d rather be a ****** idiot
Than lost without my imagination be
Jump high over deep gorges
Walk fast across vast canyons
Be a cowboy or a crook so bogus
Or like Tarzan remain hanging on banyans
Don't let them ever make you into an adult.
It’s the most boring thing to be.
When your suit become a straight jacket
And your tie a hangman’s noose
Copyright of Suri Ben Noah. Created on 18 March, 2010. Inspired by Alexander Dale Badger's (A poet who was here on HP at that point of time; don't know if he is still here) poem on a similar theme.
