The Boy
he went solo for most of his life...

I look in the corner at the vacant chair
in hopes of seeing you sitting there...

I love my country, tis dear to me
I'll reveal it's wrongs for all to see...

Our colonel is down, help is not found
behind enemy lines we are bound...

I step outside greeted by cold
i strike out, feeling a little bold...

Out of the ashes of lexington's snare
we came on top when washington crossed the...

Today I'm trading a book for a shovel
I'll have to wander out of my little hovel...

I'm sick and tired of your attitude
same poems no matter the longitude or latitude...

I'm tired of this stuff, no recognition
read the poem, leave in indecision...

Lying near death in the alley gutter
so cold and bloodied i shutter...

We are so different but somehow it blends
we are perfect in perverse ways, signal sends...

Why do you care what other people think
why if anyone does then they need the shrink...