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
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
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
Being a stupid teenage girl never felt so good.
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