Poems - For The Lonely

Poem 3: "If I Were Fifty Feet Tall"

If I were fifty feet tall, I would scooter on a truck
And nobody would tell me no because otherwise I would cause a ruck.
Bakers would have to make the biggest cake for me,
because my hunger exceeds the reach gravity.
You'd expect me to be fearless, but it would scare me if I could not see.
If I were fifty feet tall.

I'd walk on the broken ground that cracks beneath my quake.
And with that, it would take at least a week to buy a steak.
I'd swing from the clouds and the rays of the sun.
My hat would be a tin can that weighs a ton.
I'd sleep on a bed of bushes, but there would only be one.
If I were fifty feet tall.

The people would see me differently
And would never open their arms acceptingly.
With pitchforks and fire they'd chase me for a day
They'd never see me fairly, so I'd always run away.
If they'd asked me to play, I'd say: "No way!"
'Cause I'm fifty feet tall.