Crossing The Rubicon Poem by John Sensele

Youths sow their obdurate oats
Disposing of their cosy coats
Munching brunches and creature comforts
In concealed corners, in frenzied forts
Hardly perceiving they're skirting on thin ice
Sampling prurient pleasures twice or thrice
Society says are forbidden
Unless youths metamorphose into urchins unbidden
But youths hardly care, it's an epoch of delicate discovery
From which they might not enjoy recovery
Having crossed the red line
As their arrival on the adult stage they underline.