Leslie Alexis

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Broughtupsy - Poem by Leslie Alexis

Our young men today
They are all so gay.

With his happy ways,
All day long he plays.
And though the best of life
He refusing to take a wife
For him to love true.
What am I to do?

Starting from his dress,
In time he regressed
To before infancy -
And needs broughtupsy!

And his pants, too small
Should be brought up! See
His waist has lost its
Place, somewhere in time.

Now a lowly puppet,
He follows the crime-makers,
Life-takers, gang-bangers,
Most of them, only fakers.

His hip, has hopped too low,
Because some old men
Refuse to grow.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, January 27, 2012

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