Libretto For The Lost Boy Poem by Nika McGuin

He loves to eat, and frozen cups in tow the morning greets
that's what the boy in the tattered white shirt said
as he squelched and gulped down the sweet icy treats
ever annoying, the lanky boy endowed with an enormous head

He once had a mohawk, I wonder where did it tear?
somewhere between his different homes, it was lost
or was it shaved off to grow in the newly coiled hair
once grown out of, like his old clothes was it tossed?

No, like everything else in his life
it really wasn't his choice to make
it was deemed as lopped-sided at once
and slashed off by a song-less mother