Pinata man

 
I string him up with compliments
Praise and simple
Ideals

He's perfect in all the way
We chant we say
Oh this man is perfect in all the ways
I made him
With love
With glue and paper mache

In the yard the sun burns quick on his dark skin
He lies above mocking me
I tied him to high for me to reach
No ladder no chair
Can make this fair

He smiles and grins
The peace with in
Torn from my brown skin
He plays like GOD
When he talks he spits
And we drink like rain

In the yard the sun beats down
On a frown my eyes were always blind
I take a bat
My fingers wrap
I'm going to knock this man flat

Ants up the legs I swear I beg
Wrap the eyes and turn the head
And spin
And spin
And spin
And stop
I hit him
 
Fall and seek
The candy they need
Is never sweet
No matter how hard i hit him

There no candy left for me