Flingin’ Slingshot

Flingin' Slingshot

Flingin’ Sling Shot

It can smother, a mother’s love can
Too watchful and guarded, she stands
But what I like better than this
Is when I can duck from her kiss

No, you cannot cross the street
Or jump over fence, it’s a feat
Instead, you must take hold my hand
Think I’ll find me a big rubber band

A slingshot crated from stick
Is what I need, it is my kick
To sneak up on those unsuspected
Is such fun and I am infected

Infected with chance to get even
‘Cuz it is much better than leavin’
I’ll fight back and fling my next shot
To whom it hit, I have forgot

Oh yes, Mom, That’s not very nice
But it will just have to suffice
Since I won’t let them pick on me
I stand my ground, Well, wouldn’t he?

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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