The Famous Boy of Neverland

He walks through metropolitan town
Lost boys surgically attached to hip
They wander aimlessly looking for lost and found
A leaders mind is gone

Searching through rubble, a bottle of gossamer dust
What an interesting piece of glass?
He donned it proudly as a prostitute’s bobbles
Compelling a whiff sends boy soaring through air

Catch me if you can, heard audibly in the wind
Boy’s don't cry, will find my mind tomorrow!

Scrolled iron window belonging to aristocratic family
Peeking as he flew; a young ladies bedroom window
She was startled when his decision was made
Standing there in the nude, gave her quite a fright!
A scream that could curdle milk

That evening, plans were ruined
The boy and his gang never seeing a place far, far away
Well in a sense the leader accomplished that

Authorities wrap him in a pretty white coat
Tilting his top hat as he said adieu!
They did not catch on that he could still fly
Another window was found, but not as pretty: just ugly steel
Brusquely landing on a mattress fit for a king

Eyes roll up like tattered shade’s
He caught a fit that’s the conclusion
Give him pretty pills to eat at noon
He found his mind while dining

Do you know who I am!
Lying there resembling a disheveled rag
I am the great Peter Pan and you are my Lost Boys
Forcefully staying gave him the chills
Peter begged for another chance

Some say his chance was granted
Being found dead in the morning giving solace to his weary mind