Thursday, February 11, 2010

I am whatever you say I am

Written February 11 2010

I am of the wordly wise
One who deals out sighs and cries
Of the largest oaken trees
Whose leaves flutter in summer breeze
Of many colors and many shades
From drunken stupors to pride filled parades
Of the ancients and the legacy
The Celts are inspiration to me

I am from every summer's waves
Dealt to me inside my caves
From the distance and the power
To runners, may your grapes never taste sour
Of the wildest men and wildest dreams
Which come together for Halloween screams
From every night and every dance
Even those without my pants

I am not of simple upbringing
From an old family's singing
For now I am
Nothing for you to give a damn

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