Polly’s ticks

I fell in love when I turned eighteen with Polly’s ticks and all her scene.

I watched her carefully with all her funny moves, her conventions so full of glee.

I was happy until the day I found Polly’s ticks were more than play.

She had dual personality at first then she split and made things worse.

She turned from ass to elephant then green and more that’s where I turned independent.

She didn’t like that at first her hunger for me to stay was as strong as desert thirst.

She phoned and wrote for years on end but I stood fast my vote my own, flying in the wind.

Polly’s ticks are still with me but not on greasy wheels. Independent still mark my seals!

Now Old Polly’s ticks have to show me exactly what and how they fix the world I know, the one I want so well to grow.

For I am blind to all but reason, no special party to make the season.