She’s Shakin’ Those Hips

She’s shakin’ those hips Drivin’ me wild with thirst If I try to tag along My mind’ll surly burst Please loosen my tie Could I have a slug of wine If I close my eyes Could she ever be mine It’s a delicate inferno Blazin’ through the night I find myself dry Only she’s inContinue reading “She’s Shakin’ Those Hips”

This Head Won’t Be Controlled

This head won’t be controlled There’s no way you can tame Wild by its very nature Sweet by any other name Don’t judge me, lady Savage, feral & barbaric for sure My words might be, but my Hair’s anything but demure

Avoiding Those Trendy Spots

Avoiding those trendy spotsIt’s just never been my styleI’m a bit more low key than thatNo sense in unnecessary trialsCrowds are wildly irrationalI have no desire to submit myselfLet me recoil from this societyContentment in solitude is my true wealth

I’m Still A Child 

  I’m still a child I don’t care for your haughty tones Such an upright citizen Plugged your soul into your phone But I’m still telling stories of Neverland I’m the Pan – crowing wild & free Not living within your societal realms I wouldn’t want you to forget I’m still me Image by Steve Bidmead from Pixabay