graphic by Willow Morse
So and I'm supposed to be happy to see you

young scallywags  sniffing
around rainbows
yellow brick roads

you cant even skip
ain't done a lick of work
haven't got a pot of your own
to put your gold on

Don't be asking for a touch
for a wish a bit of snoggin
your too young for that
sneaky and young

seems all I need
is a sneaky young one
with the brains of a bush
asking me for my poetry
or the secret for making it
it's the gold stupid
why would you be trading
all your talents
for  bits of digits

Some flossy floosy or
muscly moosey
wants my grease
on their hide
 
Sure and they'll keep it too
if I let em
how many times you gonna cheat
to win?

carping about faeries
and unicorns yeah
carping
big sucker fish
bottom feeders

But here you are
you think you've found me
think you can bind me
up with free ropes
and cheap wine
make me tell
some lie
about what
it all means?

could at least have
the courtesy
to offer a good taste
of the rye
whiskey wit
and sing for  your
golden grained
prizes.

Even the ducks duck
and chickens pluck
at the sound of a
voice crying out for
more

Don't you know?
you don't even have any
wasting your time with
water vapors
 cheap bricks
and melty witches.

So you think I'm gonna give it up
Say, here's the pot
the key
and the
way?

I ain't no leprykahn
the clickin sound
it's just a loose buckle.

poetry