Mob Boss
March 16th, 2015, 05:35 PM
We are much too tender to be tenderlings.
Teeth-clenched cigarettes
between sailor lips
and ditch-digger knees.
We tell each other of the stars we've met,
white lies of the beauty queens
and naked women in the centerfold of our wet dreams.
The delinquent youths that relish in sore feet from the chase with besotted girls.
Shirtless, aspiring astronauts with ripped denim jeans
that believe every change we make will change the archaic world.
"This is our kingdom, boys."
******
Inspired by a young man, that was once even younger.
Teeth-clenched cigarettes
between sailor lips
and ditch-digger knees.
We tell each other of the stars we've met,
white lies of the beauty queens
and naked women in the centerfold of our wet dreams.
The delinquent youths that relish in sore feet from the chase with besotted girls.
Shirtless, aspiring astronauts with ripped denim jeans
that believe every change we make will change the archaic world.
"This is our kingdom, boys."
******
Inspired by a young man, that was once even younger.