Insane Ramblings of a Quiet Girl

The Disgusting Adolescent Male

He's fine to me sure,


But he acts like a child,


I wish he'd grow up,


Maybe not act so wild.





Near my mom's age,


He plays on the swings,


Perhaps afraid to grow up,


So to childhood he clings,





He lives with his grandma,


He has not one job,


He dresses like kids my age,


I begin to think him a slob,





His room is a mess,


He just rides his bike,


If only he could realize,


He's not a tike,





Responsibility is a word,


I guess he was never taught,


If only he knew what he looked like,


If only he'd give it a thought.