If there was one thing
just one
that I would like to be
it would be nice
to grow taller.
I know my growing days
are done, and I know,
genetics have won,
but like the lowest rose
I yearn to reach sun.
The sights from 5'9'
are fine most of the time
but then a seven-footer
steps into the room
and all of its faces
turn to this, the tallest one.
I think from up there
I'd dominate
and be dominant
with women, not just
corner-standing
twitchy-handing
John.
I'd talk
I'd walk
like a star
like I tanned in a bed
and slept
with a supermodel's head
tucked neatly, cutely
on each arm.
I'd seduce like a tiger
and be even bigger
than the stars.
So give me some tall juice,
my universe,
and bring justice
to a man so bruised.
Give me more height
so that tall women will dance with me
because they have great legs
and I'm a leg man, ladies.
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