The Child

From childhood games to boys and spin the bottle I left grade school to the next full throttle from chocolate milk to a full beer bottle

I walk on my own I no longer toddle

Life, it seems is sweet when you’re a giggly girl

The reality is I’m an over sexed preteen who’s addicted to booze

School is a farce for me it’s a full out ruse

My skills are so hopeless I’m left with academic boondoggle If I could change it all I wouldn’t choose to lose

Life worthless is not my choose, but life purposeful is

Joan


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