kid with crayons

childish poetry makes me feel 10
these emotions might bump me to 12
good and evil are at it again,
now i’m 6,
and i’m moping, and need to be held
i feel so big when i get it right
whatever the dumb “it” may be
truth is, i’m powerless as the night
to stop day,
can’t help you, cannot even save me
i’ll draw you my best written pictures
nicer than bad kids wrecking the place
but if i focus on that fixture
a Monet
might as well be a kick in the face

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