The Little Boy
There was once a boy with a story to tell,
Yet he was filled with anger he just wanted to yell!
And when he yelled, he saw it didn’t quell,
So he shrugged life of his shoulders and said, “Oh, what the hell?”
Now look at him grow into a man so lonely,
Look at him act like in those pictures on the telly.
And if he allowed life to affect him so easily,
He’ll be crying again, wanting Death to take him, truly.
But this boy, he stands on only one foot,
waiting for a lover to sing him a hoot!
And in that time, he’s still hiding in the hood,
waiting for a brother to give him “the boot”!