Skinned knees and summer love.
Damaged cars on Elm Street.
Daisies are for broken hearts,
Contour lights upon me.

Paper faces on display.
Zombies in the White House.
Drug addictions hurt a while,
And takes away the smiles.

My spidey senses are tingling.
A superhero in need.
A child’s laugh like Shakespeare,
A cut seeping too deep.

Actions say more then words.
But it hurts all the same.
Lets start a new culture,
The world is just too lame.

The wild things are there.
And the nightlights are here to stay.
The Flintstones and The Jetsons
The cartoons too late to make.