Burn, Baby

I always wanted to look
How you do, waggle my tongue
Like you do, strut down
The sidewalk like you;
Flip pens in the air and catch
Them on their ends,
Like how you do.
But I can’t. I can never
Be you. The best I can
Do is set you on fire
And watch you burn, baby.
Burn.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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