Namby-pamby trance

The light is on so now dance! No more living life in a nanby-pamby trance. You’re eighteen now boy no more. Man now you are, forget all those ‘lessons’ from before. Men are men and know the score. They’re there for you take galore! Stand up straight and be a lad! Pints and shots must now be had! The wild in you now must be fed. Then tamed your wild will be until you’re dead! The world is cold, the world is weird. You’re nothing until you’ve bed a score or more and proved your ‘hood’! So this is what it is to be? Remember success is who you know not who you be! The loner types think too much and try to feel. They look at life and try to find the quiet deal. A thoughtful appreciation is frowned upon. Stag nights and strippers in Marbella is where you belong? Walk your path, find your way. If materialistic proof and money is your ‘hey’. I’m sure that life will treat your days and years in this superficial, unreflective, simplistic way.