Non-understandable (A poem about teenage boys)

Non-understandable

April 28th, 2004

Chorus:

Boys are so complicated,

never understand what they say.

Feels like I've been jaded -

every day.

They can't come out and tell you what they mean.

They can't say it right.

They aren't exactly what they seem.

They only wanna fight.

((Chorus x1))

They give you mixed messages;

they're always inconsistent.

They should be put in c@ges,*

because you never know their intent.

((Chorus x1))

They don't give a shit

if you don't wanna drink alchohol.

They only wanna kiss

and control.

((Chorus x3))

*~This was before our messed up government actually put people in cages and was written during puberty/hormone disfunction. Obviously this is over the top and not meant to be a solution to the fact men (who behave like children) cannot be trusted around those they deem weaker. ((Not All Men, etcetera, I know, but the majority so it's safer to assume they're dangerous than to believe they're not...))~*

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