Peter Pan Syndrome
Was this guy really great? Did this child have
A plight?
Was his life lived in vain?
Was he insane
Or was this just an oversight?
Adults he didn't trust.
He would fly
Through the sky
At a no oxygen level height
To the second star on the right
Bringing back more out casts
Who couldn't live under the stress and strain.
On his person he carried pixie dust
Which was a must
In order for others to fly.
He had to apply
This with a message to think happy thoughts
Which everyone sought.
This child wore green tights.
Called people bad names,
And played games
That were untame.
He had a knack for getting himself plus
Others in to fights
Much to his delight.
He wielded his sword with all his might.
A lot of pirates died
Or were maimed.
He never cried
Or suffered pain
Until he looked in to his own window pane.
Now here's the wry.
He wasn't to blame
For those who were slain
Or lame
That was his claim.
His aim
Was for children to believe that all his
Mayhem was all right.
The reason he didn't want to grow up is
Because he didn't want to be tried as an
Adult.
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