my father said 'son you've got to
make that run
if you'll ever begin to win'
but dad
I can't lose
if I refuse
to choose
your game that won't allow sin
my mother said 'Lee why can't you
see
that it's time in your life for a wife? '
but ma I've spent my eyes on
the tattooed thighs
of a girl with a pearl handled knife
like a lynx
on the prowl past the fox and the owl
she breezes the ground
without sound
and I know
you won't find that she's the marrying kind
there's no part of her heart
to be found
Lee Crowell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-rebel/
