First shot fired when he was only three.
Killed him a bear as he thought it would be
or so the story goes.
First word said when he was only two.
Swore like a man as he tried to be like you
as it’s what he wanted.
First step took when he was only one.
It wasn’t near enough as he thought he could run
he used to fly.
First pain felt the day that he was born.
Doc hit him on the ass and his cord was torn
here and alone.
First trip to the zoo when he was twenty-one.
Walked like a man until the tour’d begun
First animal he saw was a bear
That took him unaware.
He instantly felt like killing
The crowd was terrified and unwilling
To listen to him swearing like a baby
At a pretty and pregnant young lady.
Then he climbed to the top of a tower
The crowd looked on for an hour
While he tore out his hair, tossed it to the sky
When he jumped he screamed “I can fly”
Well, maybe now.
The point is life’s full of rigors
A child’s mind is developing triggers
for later use.
© Copyright: The Angel, March 13/2000