27 Sept 2011
23 Sept 2011
THE HOTHOUSE KID.
You're daddys' big extention.
He'll love you when you're grown.
But knowledge is a dangerous thing
when your mind is not your own.
Run,run,run!Accumulate!
fills the family cash machine.
A life of carrot-chasing
No longer climbing ladders
like you did when you were young,
He'll love you when you're grown.
But knowledge is a dangerous thing
when your mind is not your own.
Run,run,run!Accumulate!
But this he never told you
when forcefed like a foie gras goose
and brainwashed like a soldier.
Pretentious and precocious,
peace of mind is just a dream.
Academic swaggerfills the family cash machine.
A plastic wife and palace,
with no one else above you.A life of carrot-chasing
and he never said he loved you.
like you did when you were young,
your bonsaied brain a child again
and daddy got it wrong.
Thank you for The Perfect Poet Award.
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