Wild at Heart poem by Alex Chandler

I'm crazy,
I know it,
What do you want me to do,
I'm fun,
And exciting,
Something you wish you were too.
You need to wild,
Be risky,
Be nuts,
Go out and blow up,
Some old indian huts.
It's gonna be crazy the explosions you create,
The fire,
The power,
Watch for the explosion's spray.
It takes heart,
But a wild one at that,
So that you might have fun,
To enjoy the sun,
To be worry free,
Maybe if it's risky,
Go climb high in a tall tree.
Me and a friend,
We scared each other to death,
We shot firecrackers at each other,
Took each one anothers breathes.
One scared me,
Like nobody's bussiness,
It blew up,
To my side,
People watching,
Might think I jumped out of my hide.
I got him back,
With a rocket passed his foot,
That was hilarious,
And it was crazy to boot.
Being crazy,
Sure it might be nuts,
Going out,
Not chilling
Be robust.
Children know no fear,
They seem to never care,
They could hurt themselves,
Burn themselves,
And still they'll,
Be unaware.
Kids we need to be some what crazy,
Cause kids no how to be wild,
You want to know how to be crazy for a day,
Spend time,
And chill with a friend,
Or especially a child.
Wild,
It's ironic,
That it rymes with the word child,
Not really,
Cause it might've been coined,
To express there fun a kid has inside.


Life is too short,
To go out and grill,
Being wild is what's naturally in.
Being a goofball it definelity ain't normal,
When you start having fun,
It'll be as if you've gone,
As if through a portal.
 
  What can I say we need to be crazy,
  To get off our butts and to stop being lazy,
  You need to go out and enjoy life instead,
  And possibly explode fireworks over the tops of friends' heads.