I Am Dan
I am Dan, to some, Dan The Man
I peed my pants for too long
to be the man.
Before I say why; know,
it will make me cry.
Will it you? Or only sigh.
To sigh or cry, let us try.
They gave me cinnamon sticks
dusty and sharp,
eat these, you'll stay dry.
I ate these and in the morning,
pee down to my knees.
They tried a warning,
don't you dare, it's in your head...
Pee, Pee, Pee, everywhere.
I went to camp, I didn't dare sleep.
I hugged my knees
and prayed for morning.
It came, and behind my lids
everything bad waited.
But wait, between my legs-
a desert dry!
Elate, elate I am trained,
thirteen the magic number!
No magic, just done,
but the why, no fun.
Time to cry.
He hurt me young, he
taught me shame as he...
I took the blame and told no one.
And that is the why,
the why, why, why
and yet,
here I am, Dan The Man.
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