EXPOSED

"My Son"

I will not stop

Of this I will not think

Do not get in my way

I am actually a tank

A tank that jumps

A tank that even swims

A tank that breaks things

From beginning to the end

And while I am very strong

So is my independence

And while my emotions run deep and long

My heart is so sensitive

The only thing to temper

My compulsiveness

Is the ever changing currents

Of 180 degree sporadic-ness

Currently I NEED, my car

I mean, a train, a rock, a stick

Or is it an otter pop

Or balloon, or block, or brick

This day was very long, and

To bed I must spill

So I can wake early in the morning

And begin to force my will