Generations
In between, he is lost
I talk of the young son
Dad hears and dislikes
Teen-aged kids…
Love, show-off…
Hidden and in secret
Got tattoo
“I don’t like, ” said Daddy.
“Is fashion, ” said the son.
“Go to jail and see them head to toe…”
Man replied…
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