Toy Man Poem by J.M Berger

Sometime I wish I could be like the King, Elvis
Shake of the hips, gyration of the pelvis
And all the cute girls across the nation swoon
(Although in later years he did sort of balloon…)

Flying high red and happy in the sky
The looks on the faces of the passersby
The parade- who came here to catch
Some left over happiness, wishing it’d run off the side
Of the Charlie Brown float…

Float. I could go for a root beer float
With a small piece of candy bar blended-up in it
And I might drink it so fast my brain’d freeze
And I’d be at a loss for words- hey, it could happen
There’s a first time for everything
(There’s also a last)

Alas. Perhaps we’ve come to the end of the road
From boyz II men or maybe
At a stage somewhere in the middle there
And the problem is the road will never end
And the journey we’re on is something we could’ve never prepared for…