Peer Pressure
If i don't groom my
hair like the cock,
and return from home
before night clock,
nor did i wear a jean
rag
they'll say i don't have
swag.
Did he flirt around?
jane,julie ,he has girls
abound?
Did he pencil his
trousar or wear it
below his waist?
No! Was always the
answer, ah! They say
my youth is a waste.
If i don't drink
and i don't smoke
they'll say my
maturity is still shrink
and the notification i
get is a poke.
But i know who i am
i know what i am
though their pressure
be strong as a cyclone
i'll remain THAT
DECENT BOY!
Copyright © Edoja Faith | Year Posted 2014
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