I Don't Listen To Your Air Warning Sirens Poem by Mark Heathcote

You can't tame this lion
Lord knows, take me to the nearest asylum
Look into my big-brown-eyes
I live in selfish defiance
I don't listen to your air warning sirens
I don't economies; I don't compromise
I don't take on-board good advice
I live enchanted on thin perilous ice
And I don't apologise
I don't undertow drift away at sub-zero
Like some tragic long-ago Romeo.

Look into my big-brown-eyes
Please don't for a second scrutinise
Have I not entrusted you with my heart
Have I not calmed a tsunami and built an ark?
At times have I not outsourced?
Every salty teardrop from the sea
To alleviate the waves
That would ensue and take your life.
Look into my big brown eyes and submerge
And when I'm dead, write me a dirge
That says you loved me but failed to tame me
That says you failed
Wholeheartedly to domesticate me.
But even so, you still, came to love me.