All these boys want is a mash and dash
They might say they love you
But their words
Their only saying that to get ion your pants
Once they have got what they want
You won’t see them for mouths
They will give you a name of a sket
If you let them get what they want
If you don’t want to be labelled
If you don’t want to be judged
Do the right things tell them to leave you alone?
You have a boyfriend
Copyright © ®2009, by Lisa Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem