Little Wonder,

Little Wonder, you are so confused.

The clock strikes twelve. And you become so consumed by the blues and you can't take anymore. You get greedy for something new but you barely can afford it. You want more.

You are the greatest star with your daddy's plastic and its so fantastic. Momma made a meal for you. As reality sets in of normalcy, you turn up the volume and the frequency of the TV- Reality TV  is no good for you to ponder. My dear little Wonder, you dream of big lights and everything. You seem so high/ so low, like a work of art. A work in progress.

A creation to behold. I belong to you. And I'm ever so old. You are a brightest star by far.

Little Wonder, you! You are confused by the melody and ever so consumed by the rhapsody and other paper militia. You can ask Phyllisia and Debbie. Who is malicious? Who got fame? It doesn't matter any way! You can starve or be obese. You can train hard to win! But when will the war in your mind and heart end? Is it to begin in Saudi Arabia. That's when America will be defeated by the Saudi Prince or King. They have more money then wealth. And oil, gold, and gasoline. Nothing is as it seems. Little Wonder, you, living in a dream!