The blissful life of irresponsibility epitomized by the teenager |
I awake to the greetings of the new dawn. I gaze the once lowly sun that's skyward gone, And creatures merry as their young ones spawn. I care about all her beauty Though i oafishly tender a yawn. I arise with a fool's head on my shoulder, That aids my mother's conviction bolster. She nurtures an opinion stronger Than diamonds of hers, That I'll turn out a no good loafer. Ah! the comfort of stupidity, I have only myself to delegate and deputy, For none trust my sense of responsibility. I'm an idiot,i acknowledge, And i don't understand your complex society. Yet my daily chores i must pursue, A tryst with the pot to discuss number two After which the soft paper i gently woo. Yes, the daily drill can be a handful, And often renders me a dark shade of blue. My mother thumps me out of the house As does she her unfortunate spouse. My contract also includes an educational clause, So i listen to Mrs. Meyers teach physics, Whilst wondering what wonders lie beneath that blouse. The institute breeds a lot of my kind That are disturbed not by the emptiness of mind. To my brethren then my loyalty does bind As i pledge not to be dolefully wise But joyously educationally blind. Pretty faces adorn the institute like flowers, More than once have i sinfully pictured them as lovers. As Cupid blissfully hovers, I think it wise to tell one of them That we could be great under covers. I live this day over and over again until i count seven, And on reaching seven i reach the state of heaven; God loves me, for i see no worries in this haven. Even as i sleep i desperately ponder, How could i finish this with eleven? |