Boys face like a slap daschund,
Swimming in morals,
Fetching nitwits,
Throwing sticks and skimming stones,
Getting lost yesterday,
Didn’t help the occasion,
Lost wit we could see,
All the up’s we impressed
Get home in time for green tea.
I’m forever looking left.
Thought’s of cutting teeth,
Send shivers through the body,
Cutting up the mirror,
Leaves the girl feeling moody,
What lies beneath,
Goes unseen,
Out of cameras view,
A Man in a dress relieves,
No thoughts of how we become perceived,
I’m forever looking left.
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