Nothing's The Matter
With The Matter Of Me
I had worked on my hair
It was all such a mess
But as they pointed out to me....
I had forgotten to dress.
I brushed most of my teeth
They were shiny and clean
But my socks were so dirty
With no shoes to be seen.
I cannot be expected
To remember these things
It's enough I am walking
Cause I've mislaid my wings.
I have run till I'm ragged
Then I fell with a thud
I have clothed with a feather
I have showered in mud.
I have been so imperfect
That I'm perfectly wrought
I have studied so hard
That I used all my thoughts.
I cannot say the matter
That's the matter with me
I'm just willy and nilly
And so silly, that's me.
So if you see me out flying
O're the top of some wall
Don't point out that I'm wingless
Cause I don't want to fall.
I'm a clown and a jester
I'm a sad little mime
And I know who I am
At least most of the time.
So, I'll leave you with that
Now that's all done and said
I will go finish my hair now.....Oh!
What have I done with my head??!!!
©by Voo Shining Stone
Sept 21, 2013
10:04 p.m.
