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Phoenix

All human life on earth starts in a school! 
In my case I was born just left of hell 
It was a simple time but not that cool 
This hell was time spent in a hot jail cell 
I went and suffered on my own through it 
Hell was about soul survival, not strange 
Hell did have this one thing going for it
It was a time in my life of great change 
Basic painful change is all I could see 
I think it could be the fire burning part 
In a way this was maybe good for me
We all hate to change and make a restart 

Again, I think it’s the fire burning thing 
But Phoenix had more surprises to bring 

My small world became a much bigger space 
This was the time I discovered schoolgirls 
a Schoolgirl did not have a woman’s grace 
but newly discovered power that twirls 
Almost like a boy with a BB gun 
Unfortunately I felt their focus
Maiming with no regard and just for fun 
Resisting their girl power was hopeless 
This dangerous girl behavior left boys, 
hormone affected and with fearful scars 
They did not realize feminine poise, 
and their girly ways left boys seeing stars 

Boys were toys and fun for a single day 
They polarized boys closer or away 

Schoolgirls had developed body buffet 
I was drawn to this newfound girl candy, 
in n moth-flame kind of a fateful way, 
forced to band aid rip my eyes off Sandy
Speaking; walls of China to overcome 
Yet I needed to open my Colgate, 
but words got stuck in my boy bubble gum 
With corporal punishment a pain fate, 
we did not question we just noticed breasts 
This obsession became a migration, 
but teachers had this thing with passing tests 
This interfered with my destination 

Burning in girls flame game a man collected
They Phoenix-ed the man my wife selected

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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