Children's Game Poem by Zyw Zywa
Children's Game
My first loves, a game:
the cool boys in the breaks
for which school was good
and in the weekends with lies
confirmed by my dear brother
evenings of fun in disco and club -
the true, my real, life
Get a berry, we're not leaving
not going to bed. The bike will wait
we stay, chatting and laughing, free
we are, because mum doesn't know
and is not worried
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