Ximmi Moon

(The 7th of Nisan / From a scene in South Carolina)

Baby


You cry so that I will pacify.

Your tears become my fears.

Immature adventure,

Wildish n' childish.

Self-pity? Grab a titty

N' milk me for what it's worth,

Cuz baby gets what baby wants!


Charming belle trapped in her shell;

Debutante of whom I want;

Pampered here n' coddled there,

Scampered near Vanity's fair.

Where's the time? You don't know.

Like my rhyme? You'd rather go

Live in your haze 'til the end of days.

Baby gets what baby wants!


Juvenile and infantile,

Robotic and hypnotic,

Mechanic, inorganic,

Ethereal, celestial

Fetus. Wish you'd meet us

In the present n' leave the past.

Learn your lesson or I'll beat your ass.

Baby got what baby needed -

All it took were the steps repeated!

Submitted: Friday, April 23, 2010

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