Submission for a Lit Mag

Do you think I could be Shel Silverstein?
Or am I best left as the tree?
Or maybe I'm more of a Lorax type
Too little too late for you to see?
Can I stake a page in your American songbook
Or at least be mentioned in an advanced placement course?
'Cuz if I forget Rome faster than a sunrise
It can really only get much worse

Do you think I could be a sort of peanut butter king?
Where every word I said was law
And all we'd learn in school is how to make peanut butter sandwiches
'Till they clamp down my jaw
And all the king's horses and all the king's men
Would try to put my mouth back together again
But if you don't take what you love and let it kill you
How do you know you've loved at all?

Do you think this is where the sidewalk ends
Or can we scurry across the road?
Is this where the childhood ends
In pens and trapper keeper holes?
I know you'd rather I be a sort of TS Elliot
Write about the aftermaths of wars
Though I think I'd like to be a kind of Leonard Cohen
Sing about destitutes and whores



Credits
Writer(s): Dane Leoniak
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