Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Playing all week, after school in my snow fort,
With fun like this, who has time to do homework?
Walking down the street, I saw my sister and her friends,
I roll up a few snowballs—and the rumpus begins.
Introduce myself as Max and then I start to fire,
But then her boys done smashed my fort and made me a crier.
So I put on my wolf costume and went to a land where I’m the king,
It feels like a dream if you know what I mean in the land of the Wild Things.


Wild Things

(2 x)

Grounded by my mom, sent to bed without dinner,
So I float my boat in a sea of funky cold medina.
I end up in the woods and meet some monsters drawn by Sendak,
I was all alone, but now I’ve got my friends back.
So we bring down the house and even try to fly,
Might sound absurd, but haven’t you heard, that the sun is gonna die?
I didn’t know what to do, but I’ve convinced them I’m the king,
So I taught the gang some brand new slang and became a Wild Thing.


Wild Things

(2 x)

Posse in effect, having a dirt clod fight,
Before we gather in a great big pile and go to sleep for the night.
Dirty, dusted little frame, I ain’t lying, fellas—I was tired,
But what do I expect? That’s whatcha get, when you fight, then sleep outside.
So I decided to go home and go see my mother,
Because deep down, despite her boyfriend, I really do love her.
But at least I made some great new pals and even had a fling,
I wore a crown and played around in the land of the Wild Thing.

Matt Sullivan’s work has appeared in McSweeney’s, Playboy, The Onion and on his parents’ fridge.

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