LET THE GRASS GROW

You couldn’t be lucky enough, beat it until you can’t get enough,

I brush through ducking lames without a strain, blame it on steady feet,

I pop out the sack ready to be strong and tall, yea I drank my milk,

I link my success to these books ands all these meals I cooked,

I am a giant, not a defiant, mere subject with no taste,

I crossed the rainbow and all my wishes fell upon me like rain,

Just the same, I move past the looks of the preying eyes,

In disguise I am golden, I hide, you only can beat me if you were lucky, goodbye.

Jixi Fox

The Creative Nemesis

http://www.jixifox.me

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