Want to speak the language
I did when I was three.
Talking sticks and racing twigs
in gutters filled with leaves
I wanted you to take me swimming but you hated me
so I sat at home by myself
Caught a bad reflection
in a puddle in the lawn,
wondered if i'd grow up
from a loser to a swan.
Coronel corn and TV trays
and a giant pile of sand,
went to school each day at eight
and watched the hour hand.
I wanted you to take me swimming but you hated me
so I sat at home by myself