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Poetry

 

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By: Christian Owen

 

If Peter Pan were in a band, 

Six string in his hand,

What kind of band would it be?

Alternative, Rap, or maybe Top-40.

Would he come on stage in tights?

Would he have to sell the rights - 

   -to his un-reality?

 

Never-land he calls home.

In our imaginations, he and Alice are free to roam.

Lost in images of dismay, telling me just what to say.

The voices in my head make me this way.

 

If Bugs Bunny could be a human man, 

Free to roam this land,

What race would he choose?

Black, White, or maybe Moulin Rouge.

Would he dance up on stage for our delight?

Just like before, in the Yosemite Sam fight?

   -we are going to get you rabbit!

 

A hole in the earth, he calls home.

In our imagination he and Sam are free to roam.

Lost in images of dismay, telling me just what to say.

The voices in my head make me this way.

If I was in trouble,

Running from the law on the double,

Hurry  fast, tell me where could I hide? 

Behind lies, distractions, or maybe pride.

If I was in love? Oh, wouldn't that be a treat!

To take the flower, and hope to land on my feet.

   -With Pan and Bugs, yeah that's where I'd hide. 

         Escaping with both at my side.

 

Other's Imaginations, I'd call home.

In the mind of a child, darkest corners I'd roam.

Giving them images of dismay, I'd tell them just what to say.

The voices in my head make me this way.


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