You are not right because your skin is too tight.
You talk too loud, shine too bright
You strive for beauty where none exists and fall in love too quick.
The disdain the elderly appear to have for the young is nothing short of dark.
Is it anger at the years that have swept them away or is it just another distraction from the passing of time, like writing to a newspaper or grumbling at skin colour
Maybe I should narrow my mind with a vice,
Knock my teeth out with a hammer,
Rip my hair out with a rake,
Brew my tea for half the time and throw hatred around like I never learned to dance;
I know my life will bring many changes in my manner but ignorance of youth will never furrow my brow, you have my word
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