Wednesday, April 2, 2008

memories of youth: a poem

as a young boy i was told
never to look into the sun
and never to talk to strangers
well, guess what
today i bought some sunglasses
and i'm gonna stare at the sun all i want
and i talk to strangers all i want
you don't own me, dad

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Fuck you dad!
*Speeds off on fixxed gear bike blairing radio head*