Little boy blue,
Learn to blow your own horn
Don’t be a hoe on sheeps meadow,
Relying on cows for their corn.
Be strong for yourself
Earn your own keep
But if you insist on
Laying with cows
Take care of yourself
and put aside my keys
And where is this boy that’s so afraid
Of self and kin?
He’s asleep – having convinced himself
Aesthetics matter most
Will you wake him? No, not I,
For when I tried he surely cried.
