No One Sits In the Back, Boys
No one sits in the back, boys.
If you want this ride,
To open up your eyes...
Real wide.
Those boys can be your men, girls.
If you shape and bend them.
The boy within will be brave men.
It's hard to free the little boy,
Little girls love.
When those games are played...
The little girls are elated.
It's so hard to be that man,
When a woman grows up demanding.
And knowing what she wants.
While the boy in the man is haunted...
With one 'thing' to flaunt!
It's hard to free the little boy,
Little girls love.
When those games are played...
The little girls are elated.
It's so hard to be that man,
When a woman grows up demanding.
And knowing what she wants.
While the boy in the man is haunted...
With one 'thing' to flaunt!
No one sits in the back, boys.
If you want this ride,
To open up your eyes...
Real wide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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