I'M A Scared Little Boy Poem by Lance Uppercutt

Here we go with love again
Love is the name we've given
To the largest cavity inside
Fooling boys with a foolish man pride
Which is never quite filled to the top
A few turn it on while many make it stop

Toward me it skips to an inconvenient beat
So I avert my eyes and cross the street
I always feel paddled like love's little toy
And clearly my appearance is of a scared boy
How do I trudge through its quickening sand
Pretend I'm a man with a firm old hand
Even though you possess power and wonder
This usually ends in a forgettable blunder

I can run and hide like I usually do
Wow, whatta shock, lets try something new
Do I risk the heights of its dizzying size
For possible lows and possible demise
Willfully lead by its charmed guise
Poisoning the outcome with predictable lies
When it lays to rest a piece of you dies
From trading early laughter for later on cries