Submission for a Lit Mag Lyrics

Do you think I could be Shel Silverstein?

Or am I best left as the tree?

Or maybe I'm more of a Lorax type

Too little too late for you to see?

Can I stake a page in your American songbook

Or at least be mentioned in an advanced placement course?

'Cuz if I forget Rome faster than a sunrise

It can really only get much worse

Do you think I could be a sort of peanut butter king?

Where every word I said was law

And all we'd learn in school is how to make peanut butter sandwiches

'Till they clamp down my jaw

And all the king's horses and all the king's men

Would try to put my mouth back together again

But if you don't take what you love and let it kill you

How do you know you've loved at all?

Do you think this is where the sidewalk ends

Or can we scurry across the road?

Is this where the childhood ends

In pens and trapper keeper holes?

I know you'd rather I be a sort of TS Elliot

Write about the aftermaths of wars

Though I think I'd like to be a kind of Leonard Cohen

Sing about destitutes and whores