Arrested Development
I made sixteen and then I froze
although I'm fifty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time
to educate the brat,
show him who the hell is boss,
now what d'ya think of that?
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015
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