Like Biggie
(Smalls)
Sewing alligators on his shirts,
Crocodiles,
I got a baby lizard
On my collar, and
Spiders on my
Window sill.
Like Kurt Cobain
They've all become my pets.
Soon the weather’s gonna change
Outside my same window
Bringing whispers of a chill.
The skys still blue
With smoke trails from the jets
Polluting us on by.
Winter will pay us
It's visit yet.
And take away with it
It's flies and the
Moth's of summer.
What then will I
Feed my pets?
Will they too go away?
Will they then
Someday
Come back again?
They are free to go
And come as they please.
The bars of my cell
Weren't made to
Contain these
Just me.
Like Johnny Cash
I'll sing
Those prison blues.
About the Creator
Neil Heddings
Star I write so I can learn to live with who I am without destroying myself as punishment. Learn to love yourself if you ever hope to love at all.
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