Transcendental Sonnet #704:
Thirteen (for Teddy)

Tricked by Harry Potter into reading
By mothers and others into speeding
Overscheduled into society
Stuffed into a bourgeois satiety
And feeling in general like a pawn
In a game where rules are narrowly drawn
You cannot win back what adults attack
In their madness of insecurity

From Bush on down it is nothing but lies
From the outside looking in I can see
Wal-Mart McDonald's with supersize fries
Teddy I know it sucks to be thirteen
Come visit me here in the in-between
Here in the shadows of what-might-have-been

*~ ( + ) ~*

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC

Hey, cool! I remember reading this one in the email, but I never came here to reply how much I like this one. I hope Teddy got to read it too!

Love,
Dara

I bet Teddy liked this sonnet! Cool!

(I Love you)