Tarzan
High on the level of niceness beyond the go and get
Below the mester of jealous and hot hatred he ran
Lullabies to forget the replies of most of them and us
Why aren’t you here babe? I need you real bad
They aren’t in the midst of trying anything that would grow
To be hidden from view to be caught and trapped behind it
Blows and whistles will catch the drift of night and cats
Are you in harmonious love with your streets or not?
There’s no real way of wording this so let it go Tarzan!
–Jason L. Scarabin