Tender and Aloof

I

“What did you do to your hair?”

“What did you do to your hair?”

It’s so much longer now.

“…Only when you’re not there,”

If you could feel what I feel,

Then you’d see I don’t care.

II

Speak, spoken, spoke, tired of you old slowpoke!

Don’t speak to her like that! Don’t speak to her like that!

These words mean nothing when you run from your folks!

I wish you knew what it meant to have nothing to say.

I just wish you knew I said something.

III

My friends, those old blue heelers,

Watch them kick and scream, bark and dream.

If you see them starve, if you see them steal…

Their paws to the dirt, but their stares to the stars,

Fur all wet, growls all real

They’re not tender, their hearts aren’t tame.

Slights of hand, they’ve been reclaimed

By solar flares and lucid dares,

Catch ‘em if you can,

But

You

Wont.