• Enchant me with your boring lectures of adulthood and responsibility.
    I am as you say you’re A.D.D child,
    so it may be difficult.
    My mind ponders to the world of creativity,
    the thing you lack.
    How is it that I never understand your constant outbursts for obedience?
    My ears enlarge into the size of Dumbos’
    and fly me to the world of Wonderland,
    my own Wonderland.
    My eyes set out for my destination of ecstasy;
    my rampaging stage of awaiting rebels.
    I become my own fiendish friend.
    Flamed, reptilian skin.
    Onyx black leather tightly fit.
    Horns of the devil’s dragon,
    Rays of beaming jade upon my face.
    In my hands lies my weapon
    that creates scorching, harmonic waves of serene sounds to my follower’s ears.
    I free my followers from the hell of reality.
    I am my own relaxant.
    I am— listening...
    “Did you pay attention? Did you understand all that?”
    “Yes, dad”