boy scouts
as we walk upon, rocky of sands
where the waves lapses
so close to knocking us over...
where the crabs with little
claws can still cause pain
despite their small sizes,
Red are their colors
and reddened are swollen,
those bastard little s***s
are like ants but worse hurting.
But we sneaked out in darkened
the bad boys of boy scouts,
smoking telephone paper
and out and about for a laugh
where the night takes over.
My father scorns us
in the morning
as we kept him
up all night,
the leader's pissed
I'm grounded for a week...
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