Puberty Blues
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Through all my changes I was a dreamer
and lived a trepidation and a ruse,
but when she lay bare and I between her
I lived the dream in my puberty blues.
In a rush of young blood in curves and curls
between the sweaty bales of Percy’s barn,
where tales of turgid boys and bare-arsed girls
spread like the clap village rumour and yarn!
With a skinful of beer hard to conceal
I became a caricature of me,
and when you live a lie faking it real
nothing sobers you like reality.
Thus I in my DTs and detox lay
sorely truly fu-cked on my bed of hay.
Written: April 2000
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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