Can't Put Me in a Box: A Short Lyrical Poem
Don't put me in a box,
you'll hate when I break it.
I’m never getting in,
I never need to fake it.
I’m not cookie cutter clean
and no I don’t hate it.
I’m rough around the edges,
My face lightly shaded.
Hated by pretenders,
who pose for the camera,
I dance with life’s rhythms,
jump on every stanza.
I move with those punches,
even when they're landed.
I fake out my reflection
and he just can’t stand it.
I eat life like a peach,
while you whine about the fuzz,
Bees making honey,
you complain about the buzz.
I say it’s still sweet,
and you want to know why?
I fall like a peach,
So, I can learn how to fly.
So, as high as I can float,
I’m landing on the moon.
Neil may have beaten me,
but I know I’ll be there soon.
Cloud nine is nice,
but my heaven's even better.
When you escape your box,
don’t bother with a letter.