Not quiet, Not the norm Don’t know the type I’m to conform I’d drink the poison To keep my voice in Youd love that oh you would Just nod and please be good
But if I had no speech My baby lizard of mine How’d he ever reach The knowledge of time
He’s never seen my aunts Shoo me like a dog Just keeps eating his plants As I fill my lungs with fog Try to turn off my rants But Instead I fill my skull with smog
“More blueberries” he demands Never noticing the scars on my hands I just explain fruits, although I understand I can’t answer directly, sorry you can.
He doesn’t hold that grudge Doesn’t press my soul Just licks a small smudge And walks away from his bowl
While he basks in the bulb I traverse to the cold I bring him some berries The ones I was told
Inspired by my bearded dragon Elliot who is legit my bestie.