Taking

Pretty matter

With ribbons tied

Symmetrically

And all the things

Money can bring

And growing up

Is for princesses

Not kings

Though inside the man

There is a boy

Tied in pretty pink bows

Bound to a party

Where no one will show

Just send a check

Or make it two

I have my prize

It’s in my smile

And it didn’t cost a thing

But brushing my teeth

And that’s enough for me

these shoes provide the map

to mediocrity

as it’s called

but the middle of the road

is better than the shoulder

as it’s cold

on nights like these

maybe the bow will put off some heat

until its sold

for a heap of solid gold

to pave the street

there is no detour

for you, my friend

and a dead end will run circles into a pen

and cage your tired soul

until the wandering stops

and you're alone

i will jump the fence

let the beach
and grass
climb upon my bare feet
and toes

and sand will mark the time

it took for you to realize

the difference in our roads