He was a child of the streets
His was a world of angry nights
He wore the colors of his peers
He fought with bats and knives and guns
His anger ended as it had begun
Harvey Grund (c)1999
He’s a teenager now.
Rude and intractable.
and angry throughout.
He feels he’s outgrown our rules.
Rules made by “old fools.”
Authority’s not in the equation.
We always try and always loose.
Just what’s the genesis of this rebellion?
He’s surely not a bad seed.
He knows he’s still just a boy.
He just doesn’t know what he needs
He needs the old fools’ rules
He needs to respect the past
But most of all, what he needs
He needs a belt across his ass.