Teenage Son
Pizza crust and Cheeto dust,
smelly socks and Finn’s Xbox.
A piercing here, a tattoo there,
can’t find his phone anywhere.
Stealthy creep, then hours of sleep.
Never sunny, rarely funny,
craves a honey, needs some money.
Taunting jeers mask the fears
of looking dumb while trying to become
somebody nothing like me.
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Wow, you described a teenage boy perfectly! I love it!
Lovely evolution!
This is superb!
you’ve got his number alright, though I’m confident he has his good moments
Truth in every line! Thanks for this!