I wanna be good

useful like mud

actively read

like some kind of matchbook-cover

or a compact disc

where the lyrics are inaudible

I wanna be bright

like the always-on computer-screen in the night

I wanna be charitable

stuck to you like a venereal disease

or a band-aid when you cut your thumb

and I wanna be alive

like a tree

or wind in that tree

or a bird flying in the wind to that tree

or a bullett flying towards that bird flying in the wind for that tree

or the hunter shooting that bullett aimed for that bird flying in the wind towards that tree

or maybe just an insect

a creepy-crawly one

with a gazillion legs... or some real number

and dull fangs

with a maximum life-span of twenty seconds

or a goat

maybe even, dare I say it, a human-thingie

pale like a poltergeist

and suave like a tree

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