Our Man in , dave delacroix, No: 55: "Kamikazi."
dedicato: Hisato.
When I was a 15 year old KAMIKAZI PILOT KID, in school; didn't get a lot of recognition. Didn't cut down G. Washington's Cherry Tree, wasn't partial to whoosit fruit. Cherries, Apples. An orange?
When I was a 15 year old Kami-whoosit KID, I didn't give a dingo for a kangaroo. Y-all looked the same to ME?
When I was friskee, no shortage of Bela's looking for an Alpha-male; dick-size, economy size, who's to say what Gals insist on; hearts broken, many a day? Buona-fortunata! Money, Status. Best School!
When I was a SPROG, a failed shadow of my parental beginnings, WAS IT A SONG that usurped my inner beginning that now leaves me , a failed concept, to destroy, like a Kamikazi, and all the goodness of a Tomorrow that I now cannot understand....which waves blithely of Lives and great Loves yet to come?
When I was an EGO, I sold my Soul. Maybe you too?
c.2021, davedelacroix.
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