If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes