The first time she saw him,
She wanted to snatch him up,
Place him in her apron pocket,
Use him somewhere else
Because he didn't quite belong here with us.
Without seeing, he knew there was more.
Wasn't content with what he could taste,
Had a constant thirst for what was underneath.
He acted out by walking backward and spitting at the sky.
Most proud when he kept his own mind guessing.
Pulling at strings just because he could,
Just see what they'd do,
All the rest merely a test you pass by not listening.
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