LET THE GRASS GROW

You couldn’t be lucky enough, beat it until you can’t get enough,
I brush through ducking lames without a strain, blame it on steady feet,
I pop out the sack ready to be strong and tall, yea I drank my milk,
I link my success to these books ands all these meals I cooked,

I am a giant, not a defiant, mere subject with no taste,
I crossed the rainbow and all my wishes fell upon me like rain,
Just the same, I move past the looks of the preying eyes,
In disguise I am golden, I hide, you only can beat me if you were lucky, goodbye.

Jixi Fox
The Creative Nemesis
http://www.jixifox.me