Where I’m from

by Joey Bagadonuts

I’m from neighbors, grass and trees,
Swaying in the wind.
I’m from the constant roar of engines.
I’m from the scrumptious aroma
Of a BBQ down the block.
I’m from Broadway, people are always so busy.

I’m from snow cone syrup,
Sweet and tasty.
I’m from half a muffin,
Sitting lonely on the counter.
I’m from dinner, probably something good.
I’m from the stereo, playing softly in the background.

I’m from long hair,
Colorful eyes, greens and blues, I’m from R.H.I.P, rank has its privileges, says my family.
I’m from all of these things and I hope they last.