The Bastard

We trashed his yard and we waited for us

Splayed out and chasing us

Adults just don’t get kids

And as I get oldier

I don’t think I ever did

We graffiti-ed the play ground

And cursed when our parents stopped listening

But as I get older I feel like

I’m the one

chasing everyone away

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