Many Younger People Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

So many younger people.
Speed through their lives like rockets.
And all they want to do,
Is display their bling.

They text their messages,
About the joys of having sex.
And think nothing about respecting.
Or the affects left by neglecting,
That process.

So many younger people.
Speed through their lives like rockets.
And all they want to do,
Is display their bling.

They text their messages,
About the joys of having sex.
And think nothing about respecting.
Or the affects left by neglecting,
That process.

Kicks they get,
From being loud and rude.
Even in school hallways,
They loosely talk of booty choosing...
Like it is kept,
In some treasured chest.

And most of them dress,
As if they wish for a nakedness.
While observing grown up little girls,
Exposing their butts...
And developed breasts.
As if soliciting themselves to be.
Sexpots or pets,
As they bend over demurely
Around and near their teachers' desks.

So many younger people.
Speed through their lives like rockets.
And all they want to do,
Is display their bling.

They text their messages,
About the joys of having sex.
And think nothing about respecting.
Or the affects left by neglecting,
That process.

So many younger people,
Get their kicks.
And aware of it.
They are.
As if
They have been taught,
This as a focus.