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I Grew Up In A Different World

Submitted by Chef Don on Thu, 2017-01-12 09:32

When I was young and was being raised
I showed respect in so many ways.

I grew up in a different world
Where boys were boys and girls were girls
Now it's hard for me to tell
The world I knew has gone to Hell.

Girls want to be boys, boys want to be girls
They where each others clothes
I think it gives them a thrill.

As time goes on and things go wild
The child we had has had a child.

I grew up in a different world
The clothes we wore told who we were
Now the girls wear see through clothes
Pants so tight
they want the world to know.

The boys they wear their pants way to big you'll see
Their pants have fallen down to their knees.

How did this come to be
The problem is we let it go so poor
To change it back would start a war
We played right in there hands
You know who
The ones we pay to rule the land

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Esker

Sun, 2017-01-15 14:02

Esker's picture

old times be like rockafella being president
but trumpy did put in that male that turned into a
beautiful female to the beauty show...
no more dude singing miss america though
i think trump just wanted to be behind the
scenes anyway....dudes got enough money
be can be like moscowites and own strip
bars...theybring in a lot of cash for washing\

gotta keep up wid dah times....
mall is full of moms daughters in these yoga
pants...nothing left for the imagination
summer even more daring
and the shuffle pants..
whats wid dat...or these torn up poor
persons jeans...
i remember the hippies...yes im that old
thank god thats over with and the
grunge wear which i didnt mind
that has faded too...or the goths
at least up here...such a conservative
town...no girl girl kissing or boy boy
but its all over....even the riders
barely wear their patches downtown
once in awhile...
go to where i get tatoos done too.
good artist...
worlds changing alright
as i enjoy the creativity and beauty
and sites i dont mind...
course i had to tone down my girls
just told them it would
be too distracting to go to school
dressed like that ...or to not wear
those spandex shorts..
u wanna give old men or women
heart attacks or cause a car
crash....still they know how to
use their looks if they are exceptionally
gifted genetically with beauty
but dont forget your brain too
beauty goes fast
mid twenties by my idealisms
i dont say slutty....or whore
words they use to describe
each other....i got that yelled by
punksters one day....but i got
it more smooth then they...
and i got their plate number
i just yelled...\love u too..
probably got to them...
i gather up my crew
wherever...oh matey can
u pick up that soap bar...
power and control....

still see my jail boys working
the town and the girls
from afar...
affordable
for work..
tough nuts
i got into my dress shoes
nice jackets..boss wear
gets more respect
says.....i work for me
not...i work for somebody

great poem and social
commentary

thanks
mrw

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