The Northern Lollipop

Because of what I was born

It is expected of me

To be taken by the stick

And to be eaten clean

It’s not much of a feat

And so short a life span

And to make it worse

I was born a Northern’

I don’t want to be bought

I don’t want to stay

I just want to live

I want to run away

And yet I have no legs

Not even one limb

I cannot climb from this jar

And most definitely can’t swim

I am told by my friends

‘Ya shun’t be so sad!

To dream of such things

It will send you flippin’ mad!’

But one day, you’ll see

I’ll leave this horrid glass jail

I’ll fly past shooting stars

Like a warrior, I shall prevail!

But for now, I sit and dream

In this silly little sweetie-shop

I cannot move, I cannot leave

For I am just a lollipop

R