Revolution Boy
Loudly rings,
Everyone hearing,
Fashioned update,
Carrying the torch,
Blazing fire of modern.
Piercing constellation flesh,
Body art work,
Sailors out done by vain language speaking.
"Government, to heck with!"
Never doing his homework,
Dropping his pants,
Speech of true face.
Woman to him,
Only good for one thing.
Down & dirty,
Four legs all he knows,
Even making man's best friend blush.
Into his 60s,
Telling me to respect my elders,
I would,
But he never grew up!
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