A poem from my “Nothing but Nonsense” period (September, 1997 – March, 1998).
Another word.
Another war.
Let's go!
Everyone wants.
Everyone lies.
You don't have to tell me the score.
I already know.
It's a wild kingdom, after all.
There's a little boy headed home.
There's a little boy who won a war.
There's a little boy who no one will know.
It's a wild kingdom, after all.
Where's the story?!
Where's the glory?!
Let's hurry!
Everyone wants.
Everyone lies.
You don't have to tell me,
I've been here before.
It's a wild kingdom after all.
There's a little girl with a rose.
There's a little girl in the hole.
There's a little girl I'd like to have known.
But...
it's a
wild
king
dom,
after
all.
