Wild Child
By: Kelly Raine
Lying like a bitch in heat
That's chained at the neck
It tugs, it tugs,
Busy day helps bury temptation
And confusion knocks at my ribs
Rock about like a cradle
Of misfit toys
Maybe this is all wrong
An illusion of good fortune
And progress of the middle class
But ends at a dead end
A different kind of fog
Wrapped around the brass pole
And the mirrors will reveal
the existence of all that you've worked for
And how you no longer belong
With these co-eds
And their university of stagnation
Stare at yourself
And decide what you can live with
And what is smoke and
Nothingness.
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