I’m not afraid of crocodiles. Survival is my friend.
I can walk and swim for miles enduring to the end.
I feel the need to last,
Through the bare cold to over one hundred degrees of heat.
They don’t get me there fast but,
My ass can go far on… my own two feet.

The taste of a handout is always so sweet until you’re…
Hitting every branch on the way down the family tree.
Is this part of a natural thing of genes… something that I have to be?
Am I a seed falling from above or,
From below do I grow into weeds?

Take my throat and just squeeze a little, you’ll see…
You can’t force the change out of me.
I will prevail. I’m setting sail for freedom.
Fleeing the kingdom. Escaping the moat…
A ten-toe propeller and a dead float make my boat.
Abandoned a ship made for a penny-fishing whaler.

(I’m not afraid of crocodiles.) I am my father’s first born failure.

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