I'm just a kid with a dream, I want to be nothing. a pebble on the road that important feet kick aside. Kick me aside into the mud, into the scum of the earth. Ill dine with the toads and the crocodiles, I’ll call them friends and they’ll give me crooked smiles.
There she is under a thorn bush, a hare with a nervous laugh, she quivers at every noise, soft footsteps as important people pass, she shrieks… they call her a tramp, a sinner a whore, they call her scum, but I have a secret Dear, and you wouldn’t believe me if I said it, so ill write it here in the dirt, “You’re beautiful.”
(And I want to be just like you.) I want to be nothing too. Come lay here with me on the side of the road. The mud on your cheek and in your bangs, I don’t know why but I like it. We sit and watch important feet pass, lean on my chest and sleep. And dream. Darling its okay to dream. We don’t need a Samaritan to help us up, we’re happy to lay here in spilled perfume and tears, and kiss lovely feet.
And the rocks cry out.