Wherever The Wild Things Are

You lied to me: Sendack, Shakespeare, Cobain, Papa The Altruist, Hesse, Fitzgerald The Fanatic, Marley,   partly you Dawkins, Garcia, Hall The Obscure, E Tu Hewitt?, Kathy The Quixotic,  Manson, Cappas, The English Teacher, Sagan, S. Lewis, Plutarch The Compromiser, Durant, sometimes even you Lennon + Lennin:
      Electrified by your beautiful pictures and labrynth lies, I built a ship of my house and voyaged across a primitive ocean for many a year, fishing up fanaticisms for supper, and at last came to where the wild things are.  
      They roared their terrible roars, and gnashed their terrible teeth, and rolled their terrible eyes, and showed their terrible claws and I stared into their terrible eyes and maybe blinked once.. but didn't back down.
      They didn't make me King Of The Wild Things. They bit me savagely and did terrible things to me but taught me their savagely wondrous secrets, till I came to understand how they howl at the moon so curiously.  
      Having mixed feelings about how life's turned out, I've been thinking a bit about you lately. Today, I think I figured it out. You must have sailed near and heard their terrible roars, seen the flash of their terrible claws, and with varying hesitancy, turned and sailed home to your warm beds and hot soup.
       Me, I've changed. I tried to come home but they didn't even recognize me. I don't even want to anymore; Wherever the wild things are, you'll find me.