Wild Thing Poem by Dorsey Baker

Wild Thing



Baby I'm a wild thing
untamed
can't be trained
heart of stone
can't be pained
Baby I'm a
wild thing
unstable
out of control
Baby like winter time
I'm mighty cold
Baby I'm a
wild thing
I don't come in the summer time
I don't come in the spring
Baby I' a
wild thing
and freedom is the only song
that I sing!

Monday, December 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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