Oh My Poem by Sarah Sisson

Whats that I hear in the corner?
When do I want to grow up?

How can I see past the lampshade
when most of my life s been corrupt?

I choose not to be quite to savvy.
I want to play into the wind.

I say silly things like a child would.
Some times I don't know to begin.

I state a claim just to be pleasing.
I cant undermine what you've said.

So I will sit quietly here now
and hunker down hanging my head.