Poppa I'm Prepared To Runaway Poem by Mark Heathcote

Poppa, I'm prepared to run away
Before I ever apologise to you or momma
Poppa, I'll be with the angel of death, dead
Before I come back home to you or momma.

Poppa I'll dance on your ashes like a firefly
Before I ever do as I'm told by you
Before I ever do as I'm told by momma
Poppa, I love you but I don't want to live with you.

Momma, I love you too
But I don't want to take advice from you
Poppa, I'm prepared to run away
Momma, you can't bring me back
Life with you is just a drag.

Poppa my friends are waiting
And I'm not being chastised anymore by you
Momma, it's just an illusion if you
Still, believe you can make me cry.

Now I'm fourteen going on twenty-five
Now I'm fourteen going on twenty-five
Now I'm fourteen going on twenty-five
I'll not be penalized or analysed

Listen, poppa and momma I can't overemphasize
I'll not be dictated to
Now I'm twenty-five going on thirty-two
But poppa and momma I really do love you.