A Different Kind of Yolk
When I was a kid, I remember feeling,
different then my folks.
You could say my egg,
had a different kind of yolk.
I was always angry, rude,
hyper and high-strung,
I spoke just how I felt,
never held my tongue.
I was constantly getting,
into lots of fights,
my mom would ground me,
she tried to set me right.
I always felt like there was,
something wrong with me,
I was loud,
causing trouble never low-key.
As I grew older,
the problem became bigger.
Cocked and loaded,
my finger on the trigger.
Puberty arrived,
and she stuck her head out,
Six-grade camp,
a girl I was crazy about.
We had to be careful,
big trouble if caught,
We would sneak off,
to our favorite spot.
I thought my heart,
was going to explode in my chest,
From that first kiss,
I knew I was possessed.
We got caught making out,
our parents blew a fuse.
They said our behavior,
is not normal, there is no excuse.
We paid no attention,
it was puppy love.
We were 15 and wishing,
on the stars above.
I remember feeling,
different then my folks.
You could say my egg,
had a different kind of yolk...
TURBO1904
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