And a motorcycle coat with boots after The Wild One. But, honestly as I recall I never wanted to be a poet at all. I really think it was my parents...you see...they didn't scar me early with shame... Oh trust me...I had no idea that in this world of conformity that I'd turnout to be that wild hair nobody would ever tame. I never sat up one night and tried to rhyme dome with Rome... No. It was always like..well just like this: I'd be missin around and suddenly I'd say; Hey!!
This is a Poem.😎