Making Babies

Don't allow little demons to sweep you off your feet, let float like weed, and your boat will cross with ease- serious feed to cattle you are, don't stray too far from a tree top tower- or better yet a shower, at the gym, or with the powder, can't go wrong with earths little hours- when you listen longer than your age allows, can't sing too many songs- it just wouldn't be right, can't ever breath too long, unless it is time to fight- the light, the time, or the swipes, oh the car that drives me around outside! Oh the dangerous doer walking on his own with stride! Simple but still swine. I don't need! I don't pry! I clean myself- no need to understand another mans price, because whats mine? I don't calculate a dime... unless its a dime, the pocket change overflowing out of my mind, some call it waste, some call it device- I call it the youth I am still so unable to deny!